My trapezing in the Middle East for almost three years finally lead me to Iran.
Tehran: September 2014:
If you visit a traditional, big or small city in Iran, you will immediately notice the stark contrast between them and Tehran. In some areas like Elahia, and Zafarania, you feel like you left Iran all together. It was very refreshing to see less people in Chadoor ( an open black gown that is normally worn on top of clothes).when I asked Iranian women whether women wearing it is as a sign of being religious or not? They said that its not necessarily that, and most women wear it out of tradition.
I went to this café that is called the living room, and not only it was impressive because of the decoration, but even the clients were more intriguing. From one look at the young people in the place you can realize that they come from a wealthy background, colorful cloths, bags and shoes are mostly brands, their hair is beautifully styled and completely exposed, the scarf is a piece of ornament that only adds to the elegance of the overall look, and not take from it. Let alone that they all look tanned, as if they just stepped out of a beach somewhere in Florida.
It was interesting how if I closed my eyes for one second and forgot where Iam , I can never relate this image to the rest of images you see around Iran. But this concept only got asserted when a girl walked in with a completely torn out jeans, as if she was attacked by a wolf or something, and most of her thighs and legs were shown, and a tight top that left nothing to the imagination, but of course she has a manteaux pronounced (manto) in Farsi;which is a knee long coat, sometimes longer mostly covering the hip area. But I was surprised of the bold notion of getting out of the house like this, where she can easily be stopped by the police , and according to Iranian law, she can actually be locked up for sometime before a judge can see her, and decide on the punishment(usually an amount of money, and attending some religuios classes).
While in Tehran, I visited another fancy neighbourhood ;Elahia, I saw women coming down from their fancy buildings, blonde hair, stilettos, you can smell her perfume until two blocks later. I forgot to mention the piece of cloth that covers a small portion of the crown of the head aka Veil.
Through my travels in different cities in Iran, I noticed that young people yearn for choice. For flexibility to make their own choice. May be they will choose to practice and be committed religuiosly, they just want to choose.