First Page - Lori's Song

     Her name is Lori Foroozandeh, and this is her true story.     Mohammad Foroozandeh seemed like a man she could trust, a man who would care for her and respect her. Though she knew he engaged in drug use, she ignored the warning signs and married him. Two years later, he asked her to move to Iran, promising that she could pursue her career, assuring her that the country was quite modern. For four years, Lori adjusted as best she could to the oppressive customs of the land, but as her husband grew more demanding of her, he also became more violent.
     After the World Trade Center bombings, Mohammad told her they must leave Iran. He purchased bus tickets that he said would take them out of the country and eventually to America. But before they could escape, armed guards attacked and kidnapped her. Lori was blindfolded and taken to a paramilitary POW camp somewhere in the hills.
     Then the nightmare began…. six weeks of horrific beatings, raping, torture, and starvation.Lori's SongLori ForoozandehChapter 1      The main focus of my story is about my being an American woman who was held captive in an Iranian POW camp during the time of 9/11.

     It is also about the terrible tortures that I, and others, suffered at the hands of the guards while held captive. But it is important to understand my attitudes and the events which led up to my being in Iran.
     I’ve always had a somewhat sarcastic sense of humor, but after being held captive for more than six weeks and tortured, I think these events brought out this characteristic in me even more. Thus, some people may be put off by my sense of sarcasm. However, if you had gone through all the things I did, who'se to say how your own attitudes might be affected.
     I was adopted into my family at the age of six months old. I have two sisters and one brother in my adoptive family. My dad is as stubborn and chauvinistic as Archie Bunker. He always expected dinner on the table on time, and my mother’s opinions were never given much merit. My mom, being the stay at home mother she was, had a sort of naivety about her, but it was nothing that possibly a little education might have fixed. I think my father’s attitudes had more to do with the generation he grew up in as well as my mother’s. Both my parents are wonderful people and I couldn’t possibly love or desire to have any other parents more than these two. As for my two sisters and brother, they are my parent’s natural children.
     The reason I was adopted was due to my biological parents abusing me, as well as my six other natural siblings. I was removed from their home and taken in as a foster child at first, then later adopted. From what I’ve been told, all my natural siblings were adopted out separately.
     I learned later that my birth mother was mentally ill.
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