I want to tell them that when I was three, Saddam was at war with Iran. He bombed Isfahan every night trying to kill people and my uncles fought him. One of them has a twitchy face from the chemical attacks. One night, when I was a baby, the building next to ours was hit and the whole thing collapsed. My mom says she ran into my room and I was still asleep. I was a super fat and sleepy baby—which is the best kind of baby. And I even slept through bombs.
