My Jewish grandfather was known as the Nightingale of Iran. Could the country he knew be within reach?
It wasn’t always this way. As I watch the war unfold with trepidation and hope for the land where the Purim story takes place, I keep thinking about what kind of country Iran has been and what it could be. My grandfather (whom I called Saba) Younes Dardashti, a devout Jew, became one of Iran’s […]
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