The sign over my head reads "happiness", but happy are the women who aren't followed by a censor-man to cross them out everywhere they go, in school, at work, on the streets...
even if you leave Iran, the censor-man will still follow you, and will cut you out of any sport stadium he sees you in.
happiness comes when no women is a danger to her country, such a danger that they she has to be expurgated out of every context.. happiness comes when my fear of the censor-men ends and the day when I can smile to the kind people who honor and respect me and don't ridicule me for the way I dress and the way I look..


