“You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place, I told him, like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again.” ― Azar Nafisi, in Reading Lolita in Tehran And I, I left my heart in Karbala. In Najaf. In Mashhad. And in Qom. When can I feel this way again?