An extract from The Nights Are Quiet in Tehran by Shida Bazyar, translated by Ruth Martin
‘King of kings they called him, and they said, We rejoice in him, we rejoice in his wife and her beauty; they said, We love this country, and then we said, We love this country. We had to rejoice in his newborn son, for longer than we ever would a birth in our own family, his newborn son, in the far-off Palace of Flowers.’
