Hard Feelings
Tamara Ceaikovski
A woman records from a rooftop as bombs fall on Tehran. Photo: Mowj/Middle East Images/AFP The WhatsApp message came at 2 a.m. My cousin in Tehran — I’ll call him Dariush — had finally gotten through on a VPN. It was the first day of the war. “The neighbors are celebrating,” he wrote, incredulous. “Playing music. I can hear them through the walls while the bombs are falling.” I stared at my phone in the dark, trying to absorb this. Bombs falling on the city where I spent years of my life, where
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