When reading Persepolis I learned how difficult your life was. I thought it was devastating how people you knew, died due to the war. One of the chapter that caught my attention was in "The Trip". There was a scene where one night you and your father was driving and suddenly, your mother approached your car crying hysterically because two men insulted her by saying "-women like her should be pushed against the wall and fucked, and then thrown in the garbage." I immediately thought of Feminism. Those two guys your mother encountered was labeling her as an object, which I thought was extremely out of line. I couldn't believe people in your country would treat other people like that. Compared your life to mine, it's absolutely different because where I come from my neighborhood is peaceful and friendly. No one would insult each other or cause any problems. This made me appreciate how fortunate I am to be living in an area where people are not violent. I have a question concerning your personal experiences. I was wondering if you ever had the opportunity to visit your good friend Kaveh in the United States?
Sincerely,
Diana Nguyen
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