When I answered Sunday morning, though, it was my dad coming through crystal clear.
“How are you, Baba?”
“I’m fine, Dad,” I mumbled, probably sounding exhausted.
“Well, I’ve been a little worried. Seems like last night was busy. We’ve been seeing a lot of disturbing things on TV. I’m glad you’re OK. Think about taking a trip for a few days.”
My father is not a subtle man, but when it comes to giving his sons advice, he realized long ago that soft, diplomatic suggestions are the only kind that work. After a week of ignoring frantic “your mother loves you so much; please don’t put her through this any longer” calls from people I’d never met, for the first time I considered leaving Iran.
— Why I left Tehran. - By Jason Rezaian - Slate Magazine