I am an Iranian who holds on to the values of deep respect
for my parents, high regards for excellence in education and hospitality. I am an American who cherishes individual
thoughts and creativity and questions everything. I am an honorary Latina because it is the
culture where I raised my children and invented a whole new family with
strangers who have remained close to me despite distance and time. It is also the culture that for me is a nice
blend of my Eastern and Western influences.
What defines me is not my race, culture or ethnicity. It is not what I do or where I was born. It is not what I have or what I want to
have. It is the core of my character. Truthfulness, kindness, justice and
compassion are not determined by the accidents of our birth or the choices we
made about jobs and careers but by conscious decisions we make every day to live
better, a little bit at a time.
My children sometimes wonder who they are. Are we American, Persian or Latinos, they
ask. I tell them they are children of
the Kingdom; they are the product of the East meeting the West and creating a
new race of men. Hopefully they have
inherited all the gifts and positive qualities these cultures have to offer but
are not tainted by the prejudices and small mindedness of their ancestors on
either side.