My father was executed by the government after the Islamic Iranian revolution in 1989. I was only about 5 at that time, so it’s all a bit blurry. But I remember waking up one early morning and Mum saying, ‘We're leaving’. We didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to any of our family.
The next thing I remember is crossing the border into Russia, and having a very strong sense of fear that we were going to be sent back to Iran, and that they were going to kill my mum . . .