The first time we tried to leave Iran was not a success. We paid people smugglers to take us to Turkey. They divided us into two groups and said they would be moving us three days apart. In the first group was my mum, 3 sisters, my uncle and a friend. In the second group was my father, my husband, my son and me. But after three days, the smugglers didn’t come to pick up the second group. We were so worried.
Life as a Bahá'í in Iran is very difficult. After the Islamic revolution . . .