I was born in Tehran, Iran 27 years ago, during the 10 year war between Iraq and Iran, and the Iranian revolution. I was born 2 months premature and weighted 2.5 lbs. and lived about 4 months in an incubator. My mother fell as she was being chased by a pack of stray dogs. There was no hope for a baby to live in North America back then with those circumstances, and the odds were even worse when living in a third world country.
But I did, with every fighting breathe, I did. I was born on my older sisters birthday, which I'm sure she wasn't too happy about. The translation of my name means star. I guess a fighting star at that.
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A fighting star indeed. Amazing!
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