As an Iranian-American

So, as the news and media are on a slow day, I've decided to go ahead and write a little bit about and reflect on being an Iranian-American. Attaching that "American" seems a little weird but considering the fact that I have dual citizenship, I guess I am in a sense obliged to attach that bit to the end of my nationality. I have never lived in Iran, however I am in a way attached to a country I have never experience for a long period of time. Why? I guess it is just part of our human nature to confide in the very nation that our ancestors have grown up in and our parents have been raised in. The dual labelling of being both an Iranian and an American is certainly interesting and has brought about a lot of confusion growing up. Being an Iranian for me means that I have that rich history and culture in my being and it is where I come from. Being an American means that I have come to this country and am grateful for all the opportunities that it provides for me. The joining of the two is where it becomes in a sense hard and interesting at the same time. The politics behind being an Iranian somewhat clash with that of being an American. The cultures are different, the histories are different, and the traditions are undoubtedly different. But, I take pride in being both. I have come to accept the fact that I am an Iranian-American and I am grateful for being not only a part of one of the richest and extensive civilizations in the world but also part of the biggest powerhouse in the world and a country where every opportunity can be given to me. For this, I am utterly grateful