Kill me and make me beautiful

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More about the Iranian economy…

“Esther, how could you let your eyebrows get so messy?” Keivan’s niece chastises me.

“I don’t trust anyone else with my eyebrows,” I tell her. She has me lie down on the ground so that she can pluck my eyebrows comfortably. I have tears in my eyes, but am brave.

“In Persian we say, kill me, but make me beautiful.”

After the hair plucking ritual, we sit down for tea and football. Persepolis and Esteghlal are playing. They are the two most important teams in Iran.

“You should open a beauty shop,” I tell Sophie.

“A woman with a beauty shop does not know where her kids are or what they are eating,” she tells me. “You have to work all hours, every day. To get a license, you have to spend two years working at a salon. I don’t have the time, and I don’t need the money. All I need is enough to live comfortably, eat well, and take care of my children, and I have that.”

“But every month things are getting more expensive,” Nazila says. “You should see how much we pay for books for school and then there is tuition and lunch and trips.”

“I know,” Sophie adds. “Books have gotten so expensive.”

“Every time you turn around, they want you to pay for something new.”

“And now Ahmadinejad is calling for more babies.”

“Do you really think Iranians will have more babies?” I ask.

“Esther, yeah, some will. They are already trying.”

“How will they afford it?”

“They won’t,” Nazila says.

“Esther, look, it took us 3500 years to achieve a population of 35 million. In the past 30 years, we have become 70 million. Think of that.”