writes about an instance of the family pressure on Iranian girls and women to get married.
Location: My room, where I was under two quilts to avoid the cold from reaching me.
Time: Today, about 6 in the morning.
My cell phone started ringing. I found it, after going through a lot of trouble, and thinking that it was the alarm (the tone for both is same). I pressed reject.
Less than a minute later, it started ringing again and I saw my grandmother's home number. I got scared that something bad might have happened that they were calling me this early.
Me: Hi, Grandma, Is there something wrong?
Grandma: I heard you went to check out some cars with your uncle the other day. Do you want to buy a car?
Me: Yes, I want to but I haven't bought any yet. For God's sake, come to the point. Is everyone okay?
Grandma: No, what worse than this could have happened? You want to spend millions on a piece of metal scrap? You've worked this hard and now you want to waste it over a car? You can get a husband with this money!!
What's more important for your future?! You can get a car whenever you'd want to. Why don't you use this money to get yourself a husband?!!
Just imagine the look on my shocked and sleepy face.