by AnnSheybani | Apr 27, 2010 | Cultural Issues, developing world, girls' education, Half the Sky, Hymen, imperialism, Iran, mass rape, maternal mortality, microfinance, mysogany, Nicholas Kristof, prostitution, sex trafficking, Sheryl WuDunn, slavery, virginity, wedding night
I’m back at the small confectionary shop in Iran where Hannah, my husband’s niece, and I order frozen noodles. “One of the girls in my study group had a really hard time breaking her hymen on her wedding night, ” Hannah says, staring out the picture window at women... by AnnSheybani | Apr 19, 2010 | Authenticity, Betrayal, Codependency, Courage, Honesty, Intimacy, Iran, mixed marriages, Secrets, Self-Esteem, Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
“I want you back and I want you back this instant,” my husband said over the phone. From the dangerously controlled tone of his voice, I knew I’d pushed my self over the precipice, past the point of no return. I’d just called to tell him that the kids and I wouldn’t... by AnnSheybani | Apr 2, 2010 | anorexia, Confidence, dieting, goals, Karen Bridson, Planning, South Beach Diet, The Secrets of Skinny Chicks, The Zone, weight loss, Weight Watchers
When I was eleven, my mother signed me up for a weight loss class. Having battled the bulge for years on end, she was alarmed when, at that awkward age, I, too, started piling on the pounds. So, every week, we drove out to the local University, where a pair of... by AnnSheybani | Mar 3, 2010 | Betrayal, Boundaries, Codependency, Cultural Issues, Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Polygamy, Self-Esteem, The Invitation
A long time ago, before I had children, my husband took a second wife. We were living in Washington, D.C., not the Islamic Republic of Iran, and I had nothing of real value to lose if I packed up and left. The other woman— an old girlfriend who, last I’d heard, had... by AnnSheybani | Feb 21, 2010 | Authenticity, Codependency, Cultural Issues, Match.com, narcissism, personality disorder, Self-Esteem, Sociopathology, Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence, virgin
“You know,” my Iranian boyfriend said one evening as we lay squished together on his twin bed. “I don’t think I’m the kind of man who could ever marry an American. I just wasn’t raised that way. I always believed that one day I would return home and marry one of my...
