The fact is I don't know what I want, and I don't know if I am doing the right thing. I've always been told what is right-and suddenly I don't know anymore. I know what I don't want, but I don't know what I want,' she said, looking down at the ice cream she had hardly touched.
by Azar Nafisi
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In her memoir, Azar Nafisi expresses a profound sense of uncertainty regarding her desires and choices. She reflects on a life shaped by external expectations, where she was always guided by definitions of right and wrong. Now, faced with the freedom to choose, she struggles with identifying her true wants and needs. This internal conflict reveals the complexities of self-discovery and the pressure of societal norms.

The narrator acknowledges her awareness of what she doesn't want but feels lost when it comes to expressing what she truly desires. This moment of vulnerability, symbolized by her uneaten ice cream, illustrates her emotional turmoil and hesitation. Nafisi captures the essence of a common human experience—navigating the confusion of personal identity amid shifting perspectives.

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