Father and daughter memoir
By: Rachelant
"We Ran from Iran"; a creative non-fiction is part memoir, part history and culture of 200 years. It will be about 70,000 words when complete.
When my Jewish Kurdish ancestors packed up whatever could fit on a couple of donkeys and mules to hike through the mountains and dangerous roads to go to Israel, fate and destiny had other plans for them. The family landed in a small Kurdish town in a mid-western part of Iran.
Few generations later and many obstacles and triumphs, our lives in Iran took a 180 degree turn for the worse when the Arab-Israeli six day war broke out. Many first-hand horror stories told by jailed Jewish Iraqis who escaped prison, escalated our worries which eventually led to our decision to leave Iran in 1972, seven years short of Islamic revolution in 1979.
The book shows my family's life specifically, and Iranian culture and traditions in general. I decided to write this book after my father showed me over a hundred hand-written pages of his memoir. He asked me to finish what he had started. Hopefully, his dream becomes a reality.
New York, 2010
By: Rachelant
"We Ran from Iran"; a creative non-fiction is part memoir, part history and culture of 200 years. It will be about 70,000 words when complete.
When my Jewish Kurdish ancestors packed up whatever could fit on a couple of donkeys and mules to hike through the mountains and dangerous roads to go to Israel, fate and destiny had other plans for them. The family landed in a small Kurdish town in a mid-western part of Iran.
Few generations later and many obstacles and triumphs, our lives in Iran took a 180 degree turn for the worse when the Arab-Israeli six day war broke out. Many first-hand horror stories told by jailed Jewish Iraqis who escaped prison, escalated our worries which eventually led to our decision to leave Iran in 1972, seven years short of Islamic revolution in 1979.
The book shows my family's life specifically, and Iranian culture and traditions in general. I decided to write this book after my father showed me over a hundred hand-written pages of his memoir. He asked me to finish what he had started. Hopefully, his dream becomes a reality.
New York, 2010
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