Coincidentally, the same day I started Until We are Free by Shirin Ebadi, I also started Persepolis, another book about Iran women. It always makes me smile to find parallels in my reading, and this unintentional match helped to further bridge the gap in my understanding of the struggle the authors went through.

Marjane Satrapi, the author and artist of Persepolis, tells her story in the form of a graphic novel, drawn in beatnik black and white. Satrapi was blessed with liberal parents who made sure she went to good schools, traveled, learned French. As an outspoken girl, teen, and woman, she had a rough go of it during the revolution–she was not going to bend nor break, and only just kept on learning.

Women’s History Month isn’t over yet. Grab this one soon if you can, and learn about a woman who is not so different than those of us here in America. Our government wants us to think the people of Iran are terrible, scary monsters–and we should read books like Persepolis, which tell a very different story.



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