The day I met Fatma (right), my couchsurfhost in Safa Shahr, was the day I was harassed a first time. It felt good to sleep in a safe place with super kind people. She also offered me lovely food, gave a tiny house concert on her sitar and I got to know a lot of other kind family members. Two days later I left. Her husband insisted to guide me with his car out of town. Her sweet mum is sitting next to him #Iran

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