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This week my father sent me a picture and asked me to write something about it. I knew he made this request because of a burden that all of use carry in our hearts who deal each day with the tragedies of life.
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LONDON — In all the years I lived and worked in Iran as a journalist, my only dealings with the Islamic Republic’s intelligence establishment were through regular meetings with my assigned monitors. 1,869 more words