4 Years In Tehran -

The initial months were a blur of curiosity and culture shock. I was struck by the grandeur of the city, with its imposing mosques and bustling bazaars. The sounds, smells, and tastes were all so new and overwhelming. I struggled to navigate the city, getting lost in the labyrinthine streets of the old town. But with each passing day, I began to feel more at home.

Short Closing Line Tehran is less an image than a collection of lived moments: the clink of tea cups, a late winter sunrise over the Alborz, the barter calls in a bazaar lane, and the quiet courage of everyday lives unfolding beneath a complex sky. 4 Years In Tehran

Khodahafez, Tehran. Until the mountains call me back. The initial months were a blur of curiosity

This title is an interactive story/game that follows a young woman's journey in the Iranian capital. I struggled to navigate the city, getting lost

One of the most rewarding aspects of my time in Tehran was building connections with the local community. I joined a language exchange program, where I met fellow language learners and practiced my Persian with native speakers. I attended cultural events and festivals, such as the Nowruz celebrations, which showcased the country's rich traditions and customs. I even started a blog to share my experiences and connect with other expats, which helped me build a network of like-minded individuals.

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