We chose to get out of Iran but I don't remember where exactly was our destination. We never set a destination and I did not want to be one of those who feels nostalgic all the time. I did not ignore all the bad memories and did not keep only the good ones but something happened; the bitter memories seemed sweet when they got old and far. It was like making different stories out of one thing to maybe feel happy. I see people feeling homesick and they write about having a big heart that always beats for that soil. I don't want to live where I don't live and I don't want to feel nostalgic when "I" chose to leave and I don't want to forget the reasons that made us leave there. I don't like to tell people that we had a great civilization back 2500 years ago and we were doing just fine till the Arabs attacked us and I don't like to say what you see in the media is not the true face of the Iranian people and we dance too, and inside thinking and saying but we're warmer and more polite but we do with our kindness as we do with our money; spending it when there is a real reason and a worthy person and what is kindness, we define all its properties. I don't like to tell people we're not religious God forbidden and we hate people being prejudice against other races but feel offensive when people think we speak Arabic.
Some Iranians blame all the problems in Iran to such and such causes as sarcastically mentioned above, I obviously don't think like that.