Uncovering, telling and sharing these stories is my personal way of battling the odd loneliness and confusion that accompanies being a TCK. Particularly in a world becoming more tribal, intolerant and blind. What we need now more than ever is humanity, and how best to spread that? Through stories.
Because I actually can't (not) share this. The BS is real.
It's no secret that for thousands of years we have in fact been living in a "man's world." But what if it was a "woman's world"? Would it look different?
There was a huge bunch of stuff that attracted me to Iran. I was interested in exploring the architecture, relaxing in the city gardens and being exposed to the wonderful Persian hospitality that I had heard so much about.
But if I am being honest, I must admit that my main motivation for travelling to Iran was to visit Nasir ol Molk – the site more commonly referred to as ‘the Pink Mosque’.
So what is the Pink Mosque?
From the outside, this building appears much like many other Persian mosques, but it houses a lot more than meets the eye.
Construction of Nasir ol Molk commenced in 1876 as per the order of Mirza Hasan Ali Nasir al Molk – one of the famous lords of the Qajar Dynasty. Designed by Muhammad Hasan-e-Memar and Muhammad Reza Kashi Paz-e-Shirazi, construction was completed in 1888.
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The effects of the railway became known as the “annihilation of time and space,” because not only did it allow people to travel quicker and access places unimaginable before (it is also the reason we have standardized time), but it profoundly changed people’s relationships with nature.
On a recent trip to Halifax, Nova Scotia I learned about Sable Island, the place where dreams really do come true. At least the dreams of a horse-loving maniac like myself.
In the expat and Third-Culture-Kid community, we often talk of "reverse-culture shock" but what about "reverse-religious shock"? Who else has consciously uncoupled with the religion of their parents?