Today, one thousand miles away, in Cairo’s pulsing human beehive, medieval, befouled and grim, plagued by pollution and endless traffic jams, the last Shah can be found. Within the dust-covered walls of Al-Rifa’i Mosque he lies in state, a prisoner of his own making, trapped far from the original homeland of the Persians. Pasargadae’s broad green plain, it seems, has no room for impostors.
