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Oh no. my headscarf had slipped off my head. People were staring. I felt a women pinch my shoulder. She said something in another language I didn't understand. I hate this place, I thought, and I was only in the airport.
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Travel Writing - Coursework Oh no. my headscarf had slipped off my head. People were staring. I felt a women pinch my shoulder. She said something in another language I didn't understand. I hate this place, I thought, and I was only in the airport. I hadn't been to Iran for seven years. The last time I had been there I was about eight, and I could barely remember anything. All I knew was that this was a place where women wore headscarves and the place where alcohol was invented. We squeezed through the moving wall that was people. A whiff of sweat reached my nose. I held my breath. I was revolted. Hadn't people here ever heard of something called a bath? Well, obviously not. Please, please let us get out of here soon. I turned my head and looked at my brother. He didn't seem too bothered about...
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