Now that I could no longer think of me as a teacher, a writer, whom I could no longer wear what I wanted, nor walk on the street at my passage, shout if I was going to do it or give a pat on the shoulder to a male colleague , now that all this had become illegal, I felt evanescent, artificial, an imaginary character resulting from the pencil of a designer that any rubber would have been enough to cancel
by Azar Nafisi
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In "Reading Lolita in Tehran," Azar Nafisi reflects on the profound personal changes she experiences in an oppressive environment that stifles her identity as a teacher and writer. She describes a sense of loss where she can no longer express her individuality, wear what she desires, or interact freely with her colleagues. The restrictions imposed by societal norms make her feel like a phantom, stripped of her authentic self and reduced to a mere figment of someone else's imagination.

This experience highlights the struggle for self-identity in a repressive regime, where personal freedoms are curtailed, leading to feelings of invisibility and inauthenticity. Nafisi's narrative evokes a powerful sense of longing for a life where she could be herself, indicating the deep impacts of societal constraints on individual identity and expression. Through her poignant writing, she illustrates the fragility of personal and intellectual freedom in the face of authoritarian control.

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