In writing Rooftops of Tehran, I wanted to acquaint the readers with Iran, and bring to life a small part of the centuries-old Persian culture. I’d start in the early hours of the evening and stop at dawn, exhausted, elated and barely aware that the night had passed. Years later, I began to write stories of my own, and quickly realized that writing was more gratifying to me than anything else I had ever done. Reading his book was an experience that never left me.
I was mesmerized by the power of London's words, and stunned by his gift to tell his tale in such a compelling, visual way. I discovered the gift of reading when I was ten years old, sitting on my own rooftop in Tehran and losing myself in a Farsi translation of Jack London’s White Fang.
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