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Pg 126. Yazd was the dessert capitol of the world
Pg 229-230 burial methods
Pg 230. How could I be a tourist in my own past?
272-273 Dad

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Pg 104. My stomach tickled where Sohrab had grabbed me. I blushed. No one ever stood right next to me. I wasn't used to guys doing that
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Pg 35-36 bullying
Pg 39. "Watch where you're aiming, terrorist"...terrorist was so ridiculous that I could shrug it off
Pg 190. Even Dad had found a way to fit in

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298 I loved Sohrab. I really did

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Pg 14. Sometimes I thought about how I didn't feel like I was Stephen Kellner's son at all
Pg 19. sometimes I thought about getting the sides faded, or maybe growing my hair out and doing a man-bun. That would drive Stephen Kellner crazy
Pg 20. The truth was my Farsi was abysmal...didn't make any sense, because Mom had Persian friends here in the states
Pg 24. It wasn't like I didn't want to talk to Mamou...It was like Laleh belonged to that reality, but I was just a guest
Pg 42. You need a haircut...It's out of control...did you ever think you wouldn't be picked on so much if you weren't so--what?... but he couldn't say it
Pg 78. Taarof is the primary social cue for Iranians. In theory, it means putting others before yourself...It's really two parties go back and forth until one gets so bewildered and finally gives in
Pg 81. Mom had warned me about persian bathrooms...I stared at the porcelain bowl, set in the floor...In Iran, you were supposed to squat over the toilet instead of sitting on it
Pg 102. You have to think positive. Medicine is for old people like me
Pg 120. You know, in Iran, boys don't worry about these things so much
Pg 193-194. Government differences
dad playing rook

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Ch 1. Tea important to Persian culture
Pg 17. No one else in my family drank genmaicha. No one ever drank anything besides Persian tea. Mom and dad would sniff and sip sometimes, if I made a cup of something and begged them to taste it, but that was it
Pg 20. the thing about Farsi is, it's a very deep language:deeply specific, deeply poetic, deeply context similar...Dayi is the word for uncle. But not just uncle, a specific uncle: your mother's brother. And it's not only the word for uncle--it's also the relationship between you and your uncle
Pg 23. I was pretty sure maman was borrowed from French, but I wasn't sure
Pg 56. People in Iran don't think about mental health the same way we do back home...If anyone says anything to you, don't take it personally
Pg 65. French and Farsi use the exact same word for 'thank you.' Mom had never been able to explain adequately why
Pg 75. For Fariba Bahrami, love was an opportunity, not a burden
Pg 96. We are fasting...Until Norwuz. We do it every year for the last month
168 felt persian
169 persian casual

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Ch 1. Shies away from bullies, bad self image
Ch 2. Doesn't want to call dad after bike wrecked
Pg 42. You need a haircut...It's out of control...did you ever think you wouldn't be picked on so much if you weren't so--what?... but he couldn't say it
Pg 53-54. I didn't realize your people did the dot thing too...um, it was a pimple...the officer laughed so hard his face turned red
Pg 57. Are you nervous?...A little...I should have gone back a lot sooner...I'm a little nervous too
Pg 117. It was a new record for me: Less than 48 hours in Iran and I already had a new nickname, one more humiliating than Trent Bolger and his Soulless Minions of Orthodoxy had ever come up with
168 feeling persian

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Pg 88. I decided I liked Sohrab
Pg 94. I liked that I could be silent with Sohrab. That's how I knew we were really going to be friends
Pg 121. Sohrab Rezaei was just another Soulless Minion of Orthodoxy
Pg 131. Maybe I had been wrong about Sohrab. Maybe we really were destined to be friends
Pg 152. I liked that Sohrab thought that about me
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276 go away darioush
294 making up

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Ch 2. Dad tries to make him stand up for himself
Pg 14. Sometimes I thought about how I didn't feel like I was Stephen Kellner's son at all
Pg 17. No one else in my family drank genmaicha. No one ever drank anything besides Persian tea. Mom and dad would sniff and sip sometimes, if I made a cup of something and begged them to taste it, but that was it
Pg 18. One episode every night. That was our thing.
Pg 41. I think Dad and I got along as well as we did because I didn't see him that often...The extra time in the car was throwing off our carefully calibrated intermix ratio
Pg 42. You need a haircut...It's out of control...did you ever think you wouldn't be picked on so much if you weren't so--what?... but he couldn't say it
Pg 57. Are you nervous...A little...I should have gone back a lot sooner...I'm a little nervous too
Pg 60. you can't keep trying to control him...You know how he gets treated...How is making him ashamed of everything going to fix it?
Pg 72. Mom laughed and hugged her mother for the first time in seventeen years. It was the happiest I had ever seen her
Pg 75. For Fariba Bahrami, love was an opportunity, not a burden
Pg 126. Grandmother accepts non-persian tea
133 disliking dad
224
Cousins accept Darius as Iranian
283 you want me to be normal like you
285 talks about suicide/stories
286 no walls between us
286 MASSIVE
288 supporting each other
291 babou
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Ch 1. Being bullied for working in tea shop
Pg 14. Sometimes I thought about how I was half Aryan and half Aryan
Pg 28. Aside from Star Trek and not speaking Farsi, depression was pretty much the only thing we had in common
Pg 37. I was overweight, period...as if all the worry about my weight didn't make me feel worse than I already did
Pg 42. You need a haircut...It's out of control...did you ever think you wouldn't be picked on so much if you weren't so--what?... but he couldn't say it
Pg 56. People in Iran don't think about mental health the same way we do back home...If anyone says anything to you, don't take it personally
Pg 76. what I understood deep down was this: Stephen Kellner didn't want to tell me stories anymore
Pg 102. What are you depressed for? Medicine is for old people like me
Pg 116. I just wanted to slip into a black hole and never return
Pg 192. Did something bad happen? To make you so sad?
Pg 224. I wondered if anyone would be sad if I was killed in a car accident of something
279 No one wants you here
286 MASSIVE