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| Gate of All Nations at Persepolis |
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| Armenian Church, Isfahan |
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| Aghazadeh House |
I’m lying in bed trying to piece together the events of this
last trip that just ended after a 48-hour day of transit. Of all my trips, this ranks among the most memorable. Yes, the architecture, history, and pageantry are astonishing, but it is the people that made this trip magical.
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Shahcheragh Shrine, Shiraz.
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As some of you know, I study humans’ relationships with the
body through intentional alteration, temporary or permanent, and frequently in
the context of a religious experience. It has been a dream of mine to attend
Muharram for the Ashura ceremony of Shi’ah Muslims. The biggest hurdle being
the best places to witness this ceremony: Iran, Pakistan, Lebanon, and Iraq
haven’t been accessible or felt safe to visit. Thanks to Obama and Rouhani, this
seemed like the right time to visit Iran; either the door of tourism will slam
shut or burst open. And now with the blessing of the supreme leader Khameni
(not to be confused with Khomeini) clearing the way for a deal to lift
sanctions, I would bet the country will open up.
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| Muharram flagellant procession, Shiraz |
Mic and I are celebrating our 20th anniversary.
Twenty years ago I trained him to pierce when the Gauntlet hired him and he’s
been in and out of my life, mostly working for me since then. Taking him on a
trip was to say “thanks for your awesomeness.” Jon John started traveling with
me to far off places a few years back. I want to thank both of them for
trusting in me enough to take a trip that almost everyone we talked to thought
we were crazy and pressured us not to take.
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| Walls outside the former US Embassy, Tehran |
I had gotten so tired of the unsupportive responses to my
then upcoming trip that I had stopped telling people I was going to Iran. With
less than a handful of exceptions, even well-educated and liberal friends would
question my sanity. “What’s in Iran besides crazy and dangerous
fundamentalists?” was the general line of questioning. Even with my background
in anthropology, research into current international affairs, and numerous travel
precautions, such as factory resetting my phone, I still felt 10% anxiety
underneath my 90% excitement. It’s hard to shake the constant rhetoric of “axis
of evil” from our side and “Down with USA” from their side. When Mic and I checked in at San Francisco International Airport, the airline rep reacted to our final destination with shock, "Why the hell are you going to Iran?! Are you guys nuts?!" And he was from Morocco.
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| US Embassy has been renamed, "US Den of Espionage." When you take into account the evidence of 2 prior CIA planned coups, the Iranian government has a point. "We reap what we sow." |
I think a cursory overview of Islam is in order. I’m neither
a Muslim nor a scholar of religions, so bear with my missteps. There are about
1.5 billion Muslims in the world. Approximately 85% are Sunni with most of the
rest being Shi’ah. Of only 5 countries where Shi’ah are the majority, Iran is
by far the strongest and most stable. The fundamental split between these two
sects occurred after the death of the prophet Muhammad stemming from a
difference of opinion on succession of leadership. Those that came to be known
as Sunni (which basically means “people of the tradition”) believed the leader
should be elected by a council, where as those that came to be known as Shi’ah
(which basically means “followers of Ali,” who was the cousin and son-in-law of
Muhammad) believed the leader should be mandated by Mohammad’s bloodline. Shi’ah
also believed they were in keeping with Muhammad’s directive for succession.
There was much early political maneuvering, warring, and assassinating, etc. in
the 7
th century CE (Western calendar).
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| Mosque, Shiraz |
The split solidified with the gruesome massacre of Husayn,
his infant son, and his brother Hasan, the last living relatives of Muhammad, by
the disputed Islamic leader Yazid. It is the slaughter of Husayn that is
remembered and grieved during the month of Muharram every year. This ritualized
grieving ceremony is enacted through singing, theatrical performances, and nightly
processions of participants chanting, drumming, flagellating, and/or chest
pounding through the streets. From a functionalist perspective, the ceremony
solidifies group identity and a sense of belonging. Politically, the ceremony
critiques the injustices of the present by linking them with the atrocities of
the past, in what Khomeini called “the eternal now.”
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| Mosque fountain stained blood red for Muharram, Eqlid. |
The 10
th day of Muharram, known as Ashura, marks
the day of the atrocity and the culmination of the main grieving practices.
Forty days after Ashura, Shi’ah are expected at some point in their lives to
make a pilgrimage to Karbala in Iraq to visit Husayn’s and Hasan’s tombs. This
40
th day is also filled with intense physical and ritualized
expressions of grief. Forty is an extremely auspicious number in that part of
the world, like the Buddhist’s usage of the number ten thousand, it is a
numeric expression of the infinite. (So remember that when you hear the Old
Testament quote “It rained for 40 days and 40 nights...” it wasn’t literal, it
was an expression of a very, very long time.) It was primarily the Ashura
festival that brought me to Iran and it is the warmth and generosity of the
people that I will always remember.
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| Eqlid Ashura boys |
Iran doesn’t make it easy for Americans to visit (and vice
versa). Currently as Americans, we are allowed in the country 1 day before and 1
day after a compulsory tour. We are instructed that we must be with a
government approved tour guide 24/7. As Westerners, we have to pass a
prescreening background check, prior to applying for the actual $189 visa
application (plus an additional $200 for a private company to transport the passport,
since the only official-unofficial consulate is in DC). All the research showed
that travel should be safe for us, however, visas can be denied and no
explanation will be given. We all agreed to comb our hair, remove our facial
piercings, and cover up our tattoos for the photos and for clearing
immigration. Thanks, Kryolan, your makeup works! By the way, none of the time
spent removing jewelry or applying multiple layers and shades of makeup was
probably necessary. Certainly once in the country, tattoos and piercings weren’t
a problem at all, just a curiosity. For women, it’s another matter. It was a
strange site to see a plane load of Persian and foreign women pull out head
scarves upon landing in Tehran. There hadn’t been a single woman wearing
hijab when we had boarded our plane in
Vienna.
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| Iranian woman with a mosque-loaned chador, Shiraz. |
Jetlag and a quick scan of the Khomeini international
airport melted my final fears of deportation. The government officials were the
same lackadaisical bureaucrats that you would find anywhere else. The exception
being they were physically warm and verbally funny with each other. Their
equipment was worn and dated. There wasn’t anything that signaled I was dealing
with a paranoid and fanatical police state. They did pull us aside without an
explanation for 1 ½ hours. Turned out they wanted to finger print us, but
couldn’t be bothered to get around to it (when they finally did, it took 5
minutes). They asked what I did for a living…no interrogations, not even a bag
search.
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| Ebrat Museum, Tehran |
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| Mic reposing at Golestan Palace tea house, Tehran |
Tehran is a city of about 9 million. I had expected more
beauty and antiquity. It’s there, but it’s buried behind the typical concrete
crap that you find everywhere these days. It’s sprawling and chock full of
vehicles. Motorbikes use the sidewalks and red lights are a suggestion. As a
pedestrian, you cross up to six lanes, one lane at a time, weaving between the
traffic flurry. The secret is to cross with the locals and walk at an even
speed so the cars and motorbikes can project a trajectory. The worst thing you
can do is panic. Bolting and freezing makes it more difficult for unbreaking
vehicles to miss hitting you. Fortunately, they have a subway and Mic was able
to turn our trips into impromptu comedy shows with a captive audience. They
loved the loud laughing, gregarious foreigner!
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| "Apple" store, Tehran |
I’m not sure what sanctions do? Commerce appeared to be
thriving. There were few bargains. Everywhere we looked we saw Apple, Sony, and
Panasonic products. Clothing brands were mostly Iranian knock-offs, but again
locally made benefits the Iranian economy. However, like the US, China was the
overwhelming manufacturer of products. I’ve often wondered what cyber thieves
do with stolen credit card numbers. I found out from an Iranian that many of
those numbers are used by regular hardworking Iranians as a workaround to the
sanctions. Regular folks (not stereotypical criminals) buy the stolen numbers
to gain access to Apple software updates for their iPhones.
“Nothing is permitted, but anything is possible.” One of
my two favorite expressions from this trip. It’s a common expression,
particularly among the younger, more secular Iranians. Satellite television is
haram (prohibited by Islamic edict), yet
millions of Iranians own them. After the Green Party protests, the government
banned and blocked Youtube and Facebook, yet every Iranian I talked to accessed
these sites through VPNs and special apps. These app companies are even advertised
on satellite broadcasts. To the unacquainted, the Iranian’s varying departments
of security and enforcement are a bit confusing. While we have our own array of
TSA, NSA, CIA, FBI, ABC, DOJ, DHS, ATF…etc., the Iranians have the Morality Police.
They enforce the
hadith (Islamic
understandings of morality derived from the Quran). The MPs have checkpoints at
a few intersections to see if unmarried males and females are fraternizing in
public. They also check that women and men are dressed appropriately, for women
that means their heads, necks, ankles, and arms are covered and for men, no
shorts or sleeveless shirts. The wearing of the black covering,
chador is common, but not compulsory. I
never saw a
burqa (the female cloak
that also covers the face), it’s not an Iranian practice. You can easily spot the
more secular females since their designer label and usually decorative
hajib will only half cover their head. For
the average Westerner this may all seem outrageous and sexist; however, they
have no rampant problems of alcoholism, drug addiction, homelessness, uncared
for mental illness, public displays of sexual harassment or disrespecting of
females, teen pregnancy, litter, human and animal feces, or used syringes in
the street…all the things I witness in San Francisco on an hourly basis. Make
no mistake, I’m not moving to a country that criminalizes homosexuality anytime
soon and that technically has
fatwas (religious
rulings) against tattooing and male beauty treatments such as eyebrow plucking,
however, they at least offer real solutions for problems that have plagued large
populations for millennia.
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| Jon John captivating girls with his tattoos, Kahkaran village |
Iranians and Shi'ah are not ISIS/ISIL; they’re technically at war with them.
Considering they are situated next to Iraq, Afghanistan, and Pakistan, with
Syria a stone’s throw away, the average citizen (and airport security) are surprisingly
relaxed. Obviously in the “Islamic Republic of Iran,” Shi’ah Islam comes first,
however there are Sunnis, Christians, and even Jews. “Despite all the different
races, we are Iranians first.” “Iran” comes from the word Aryan, which reportedly,
they all consider themselves.
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| Qashqai Nomads |
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| Locals' shisha bar with "Abe" and Jon John, Shiraz |
In shiraz, I met a Jewish Iranian named Abraham
and asked him about what it was like to live in Iran. He said he experienced no
problems for being Jewish. There was a strong but small Jewish community and
that they were all accepted as Iranians. However, he had no delusions that he
lived in a theocratic state in which morality, holidays, politics, and social
status were dictated by the dominant religious group. Abraham showed me around
the mosque, helped me buy a black shirt for Ashura, gave me his personal scarf
and insisted on paying for our shared
shisha
(hookah pipe).
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| Shahcheragh shrine, Shiraz |
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| Nasiralmolk mosque, Shiraz |
Iranians will offer you the shirts off their back, they’re
socially obligated to be generous. However, you should always refuse the first
several times to make sure they mean it and that they’re not just performing
generosity, as is the custom. Much like how polite Westerners may arm wrestle
for a restaurant bill or jockey to open the door first, Persians have taken
this etiquette dance to the level of fine art. They call this taarof.
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| Imam mosque, Isfahan |
“Jews, Muslims, Christians, they’re all family having a
family argument.”This was expressed to me by a brought-up-Shi-but-now-secular
Iranian. This perspective cast new light, for me, onto the Palestinian issue. But
have you ever tried to butt into a family argument? Not pretty. And this is a
weaponized family fighting over inheritance.
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| Armenian church wall mural, Isfahan |
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| Old town passage, Yadz |
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Lotfollah mosque, Isfahan
(the most beautiful mosque I have ever seen) |
This may come as news to many, but Muslims believe in Jesus.
They believe, like Mohammad, that he was a great and wise prophet, but not the
son of God. They also have an entire chapter in the Quran on Mary. Jon John and
I were invited to attend the reenactment of the burning of Husayn’s tent. I
filmed a mountain-of-a-man on the rooftop with me sobbing during the recitation
of the horrific massacre of Husayn. Afterwards, the young gentleman navigated
Jon and I through the streets of Yadz back the central Arab Square. As we
wandered without explanation through unknown alleyways, I joked with Jon that
we were his easiest kidnap victims. Our imagined captor didn’t speak a word of
English and we never figured out his name, but during the meander, he pulled out
a pocket knife crucifix from his pocket and pointed to it, then to us, then to
him and signaled his hands in prayer. As best he could, he was signifying a human
connection through a commonality in these two religious beliefs. His simple gestures
spoke volumes for generosity, love, understanding, peace and forgiveness.
Albeit, though cute and little, it still was a knife… ;)
Okay my
Joons that
is it for this travel journal. Iran is one of the most amazing countries I’ve
been to. GO!
(Joon means “life”
in Farsi; it is a term of endearment and is commonly added on as a suffix like,
“dear.”)
I had gotten so tired of the unsupportive responses to my
then upcoming trip that I had stopped telling people I was going to Iran. With
less than a handful of exceptions, even well-educated and liberal friends would
question my sanity. “What’s in Iran besides crazy and dangerous
fundamentalists?” was the general line of questioning. Even with my background
in anthropology, research into current international affairs, and numerous travel
precautions, such as factory resetting my phone, I still felt 10% anxiety
underneath my 90% excitement. It’s hard to shake the constant rhetoric of “axis
of evil” from our side and “Down with USA” from their side. When Mic and I checked in at San Francisco International Airport, the airline rep reacted to our final destination with shock, "Why the hell are you going to Iran?! Are you guys nuts?!" And he was from Morocco.
