She wore the ring because it was easier. The story was always on hand as well: Her husband traveled. She had to work.
Of course, the ring didn’t work when she visited her family—which was why she kept those visits short, before When are you getting married turned to I’ve arranged for you to meet the most wonderful man.
They were never wonderful.
They looked at her suspiciously when she spoke of her career and were quick to reassure her that ‘she wouldn’t have to work’ were she to marry them.
Tehran was lovely, it was true. The museum, the arts. The jewel box of city lights strewn across the valley of night and the white-shouldered mountains in winter. Maybe there was such a place elsewhere—perhaps Europe or America. And maybe soon—before the men in parliament tried to force another law forbidding her to travel.
This week, I was inspired by this fascinating article in the Los Angeles Times which is well worth your time if you’re interested: More women in Iran are forgoing marriage. One reason? The men aren’t good enough
Apologies for those who took the time to read/comment/participate in Pegman last week. I was at a writer’s workshop and apologize for being so slow to read and respond. I am back!