I Never Saw
Them Again

Shiraz, Iran.
He was sixteen.

One night, masked men dragged his father from their home at gunpoint. What followed was two and a half years without a country — hiding, borders crossed in the dark, a father’s quiet unravelling, a mother who rebuilt her family from nothing, more than once.

This isn’t a book about what was taken. It’s a book about what you do with what’s left.

A true story about paying attention to people, working with whatever is in front of you today, and refusing to see yourself as a victim of your own worst year — told by someone who did all three with nothing but a dictionary, a resilient mother, and a country that eventually, unexpectedly, said yes.