I was so hoping to get this blog away from politics and back into the realm of the mundane. This I write knowing full well that the mundane is filled with politics. Especially in Iran.
We were having lunch with a friend when her sister in London called to tell her that her family there was okay. "Okay? What happened?"
We watched her face drop. She started running around collecting the phone numbers of all her family and friends in England. She began to make calls. It would be several hours before any reports appeared on Iranian tv.
That night we attending a birthday party. Almost no one at the party had heard the news. A guest announced the news to the other party-goers.
"What a bad name these terrorists are giving to our religion," he said.
"No Iranian has ever participated in one of these attacks," another responded.
"No. We just fund them," said another in a half-mocking, half-serious way.
That was the end of the conversation. It was, after all, a birthday party.
All you have to do is live among millions of Muslims to realize what an aberration the terrorists are. That's my only word on the subject.