Iran

Why I am now ‘Muslim’

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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So I find myself barefoot and surrounded by men. Some of them sitting, some of them praying, some of them reading the newspaper sprawled out over the floor.  Mosques can sometimes seem to be a little more laid back than churches, even the Grand Mosque in Tehran, Iran’s capital. I’m with a friend of Kimmi’s [...]

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Spies Like Us

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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“The British Embassy has just been attacked. You need to get the fuck out of the Iran, now!” Kimmi reads the text aloud from a new friend of ours in Tehran, where we were just hours before. Tension is at an all time high between the Western world and Iran. It is the sad and [...]

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Making friends with Iran

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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‘Iranians are the friendliest people on earth’. That’s what the internet tells us and who are we to question the internet? Not even a hundred kilometres passed the Iranian/Turkish border in the north west of the country and we get waved down on the side of the road by Dr Akbar on our second day [...]

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Mr Danger

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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A couple of hours after I ‘found’ Islam, I find myself at a small house party with free flowing pure Colombian cocaine and more than enough alcohol to put me in front of an Iranian firing squad ten times over. On the way back from the Grand Mosque, Faraz, our host, has decided to drop [...]

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The mourning of an Imam

by tkos on August 17, 2012

Islamic extremist and German. Probably the most feared combination of cultures in the world, but that is who we find ourselves staying with, in Qom, Iran’s most religious and conservative city. Fatimah, now in her sixties, was born and raised as a Christian in Germany. She turned her back on her faith and most of [...]

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Rules and Revolutions

by tkos on August 13, 2012

‘When we’re in Iran, I have to walk ten paces behind you, because you are the man.’ Kimmi insists. I’m not sure that is going to be strictly true, I think to myself. How would we keep an eye on our women if they are behind us? I give Kimmi a look of doubt. ‘It’s [...]

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