To Mom / Escape from Iran

For Mother’s Day, Ali Partovi and I want to celebrate how our mom helped us escape revolution and war in Iran, and the story of a telephone call 40 years ago.

Farideh Partovi had a Masters in computer science but gave up her career due to Iran’s Islamic Revolution. Robbed of her dreams, she invested everything in her twin boys, Ali and me.?

By 1984, the Iran/Iraq war had come to Tehran. Every other night, sirens blared and we rushed to the basement as the bombs dropped. Iran lost hundreds of thousands of young men, some went to the front as young as 13. Ali and I were 11.?

Our mom feared for our safety and wanted to leave. Our father, Firooz Partovi, had helped start Iran’s elite Sharif University, and he didn’t want to abandon his legacy. They finally agreed on a summer abroad.

We traveled to Italy and applied for US visas at the embassy there. We were rejected in Rome, in Naples, and in Florence. We tried one last time in Trieste.

The fateful phone call was from the US Consulate in Trieste, rejecting us a 4th and final time. Our mom begged the lady on the phone for just 5 minutes with the Consul, to explain why her sons deserved a chance in the USA, safe from the war.

It turned out the lady was in fact the US Consul, Miriam Saif. Over a phone conversation, our mom convinced Miriam to give us visas to enter the United States:?

July 31, 1984, the day we landed in America, was the happiest day of my life. I regularly wonder how things would have turned out if Ali and I had remained in Iran. Of course, the struggle wasn’t over.

Having only packed for a summer, we had nothing of value. But after a week as a visiting professor at MIT, our dad decided his boys should stay in the USA. Our mom applied for student visas and enrolled us in school.

On March 5, 1985, our student visa applications were rejected, and we were deported and required to leave the USA immediately.

We had one last shot to avoid returning to Iran. Our mom took us to Canada and hired a lawyer to try again. This last gambit worked, and we finally returned to the USA with proper paperwork.

But our parents were still not safe. To secure our visas, our dad had given his word to Miriam Saif that he wasn’t permanently leaving Iran. True to his promise, he returned to Iran.

As the situation there got worse, our dad was stuck. He wanted to rejoin his family, but the US would only accept Iranian visitors if their spouse was waiting in Iran. He would be asked, and he wasn’t willing to lie. So our mom went to Iran just so he could return to the US without lying.

With her husband and boys finally safe in the USA, our mom left Iran for good. 10 days later, she was blacklisted from leaving Iran again, and every asset in her name was seized by the Islamic Republic.

Happy Mother’s Day to Farideh Partovi, and to all the brave mothers in the world, especially in Gaza, Israel, Russia, Ukraine, and anywhere children fear for their safety. ??

P.S. If you enjoyed the story of our escape, here is what came before it — Ali and my story of living as children in Iran during the Islamic Revolution and the Iraq War: https://twitter.com/hadip/status/1429550049806086144