It’s exactly 25 years back. 1998. February 11. 3:12 am.

“In a few moments, we will land in Mehrabad International Airport,” an IranAir flight attendant in navy blue hijab assured with a smile the drowsy passengers to a seven-hour flight from Kuala Lumpur to Tehran. A score of fellow students from Mindanao and I were fetched by a minibus at the airport and transported to Qazvin, a city over 100 kilometers away. After taking a sumptuous breakfast in Karaj in the suburb of the capital, we arrived at Imam Khomeini International University where we had to learn within six months the language of Gulistan, Divan-e Hafiz, and Shahnameh.

Coincidentally, we arrived in the land of Sa‘di, Hafiz and Firdawsi on the occasion of the victory of the upheaval called by the French postmodernist Michel Foucault “the spirit of a world without spirit” (FOUCAULT IN IRAN, 1978-1979 by Johann Beukes, https://amzn.to/42ATwMY).

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* FOUCAULT IN IRAN: ISLAMIC REVOLUTION AFTER THE ENLIGHTENMENT by Behrooz Ghamari-Tabrizi, https://amzn.to/49y7ktJ

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