Here’s the lay of the land.
Tehran. A late summer sunset. A young woman in a loose linen coat rides her moped past a billboard of slain commanders of the June war with Israel. Her hair, uncovered, whips through the air as the call to prayer…
Here’s the lay of the land.
Tehran. A late summer sunset. A young woman in a loose linen coat rides her moped past a billboard of slain commanders of the June war with Israel. Her hair, uncovered, whips through the air as the call to prayer…