Let me start this of by saying my visa for the US was actually rejected a couple of years ago when I was planning on going. I really wanted to go to New York (I even bought a New York guide and everything), but apparently I may be a threat to the US, as I have been to Iran in the last 7 years or whatever – that obviously broke me and I was sad about it for weeks and weeks.
When my visa was rejected, I just thought to myself – how can they automatically reject my visa just because I went back to my HOME country to visit my family? To me, that’s just discrimination at its best. I love Iran, that’s my home, that’s where I was born – along with all the traditions that my family and I have all acquired and still practice to this day. I will never ever trade it in for anything else, because I am what I am not only because of all the opportunities that the UK has given me to this day, but the first language I first spoke and the food I first ate was from this beautiful country, Iran.
I made beautiful memories every summer with my cousins and all the kids from my neighborhood, memories that would not have been possible without being in Iran. For example, I used to look forward to the evening everyday, because I knew someone would come to our street selling boiled corn in a huge saucepan and then we would have like 50 different houses to choose from to visit and have dinner with them. I would never have these memories in the UK or the US, but….
Ever since I was younger I’ve just always wanted to go to the US, but I think it was in my late teens that I realised I just want to visit New York. I think this is because I watched and fell in love with so many shows and movies that were based in this wonderful city.
I can’t explain what it is that attracts me so much to this city, I just know when I go there it’ll be exactly how I imagined it, with all the city lights, the noisy streets, the strange & crazy people, the edginess… I just know it’ll be the best thing ever.
I don’t know if anyone else has ever felt so strongly about a land they’ve never even seen/visited before? I mean, it’s come to the point where I’ve had two dreams so far about finally visiting the city and I wake up crying out of joy because the dream felt so real. How sad is that?
Anyway, who knows. God works in mysterious ways… Let’s wait and find out what He’s got cooking for me.