My cousin took this photo at airport, right before we were leaving Iran. Whenever I look at this photo, my heart aches. I can’t help my tears. My dad holding me tight crying, my son crying because he is uncomfortable and I am crying because I am my dads daughter.
My dad is the most emotional person I have ever met. He was sometimes angry but he is the main reason I am a feminist. He would always push me to be successful. He would teach me how to work with tools. He really wanted me to be a doctor but he gave up at some point.
I have called this photo ugly truth of immigration. People who move from their homeland, have to put so much into consideration. I was sure I want to move but I miss my family a lot.