![]() Have pity on a poor woman trying to raise her children.’ Although her voice trembled, my mother spoke beautifully in Farsi and the men stood, respectfully listening. Why are you torturing me? I haven’t seen him in months. I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so scared. She pulled it open and the men tumbled into the front hall, like something out of a Marx Brothers film. When it seemed the thick glass couldn’t last much longer under their onslaught, she stood up in her nightgown, as graceful as Venus, and glided to the door. My mother put her finger to her lips to signal quiet. The men’s cries became frenzied and the banging on our front door louder. ![]() ‘Mummy, if you tell them Daddy’s not here, they’ll stop,’ I whispered. ![]() The silhouettes of two men wavered in the patterned glass as they pounded it with pieces of brick. Give us our money, you bastard! We know you’re in there!’ they yelled in a mixture of Farsi and broken English. Ashley at Tehran Zoo, in her school uniform, atop an elephant ![]()
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