What the Possibility of War Is Like for an Iranian-American

My mother missed her flight out of Tehran on a Wednesday, the same week that Israel launched its war against Iran on a Friday. The conflict ended 12 days later, following a Sunday bombardment of the underground nuclear sites of Fordow and Natanz by the United States. From Los Angeles, a city occupied at the time by federal troops in support of Donald Trump’s immigration crackdown, all we could do was wait for news of a cease-fire, and for her safe return. We endured as dual nationals caught between Tehran and the United States...