In 1978, as I boarded a plane leaving Tehran for San Francisco, it did not occur to me that I might never see my birth country again. As a teenager that year, I felt unease, despite no real indication of an impending revolution that would occur months later. The trip was merely to visit my sister, but it began a long separation from Iran.
Now, 46 years later, I have witnessed from afar the persistent turmoil in a country that has endured nearly 3,000 years of foreign invasions, revolutions...