Why are so many iranians in Los Angeles? [Becoming Iranian-American,part 1 !] | Arash

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You might be wondering why did i choose this topic to write about or who is Arash in Arash Comedy In Los Angeles or Arashhumor.com?

Let me explain

My name is Arash. No Not that Arash! the half Black half Iranian Actor. I am a different Arash. but like him i am also Iranian-American. My parents immigrated from Iran and setteled in Southern California where we live now!

but even though I have been in the states pretty much my whole life i have always felt sort of in between! meaning both American and Iranian.

this is especially true now and i have a story to tell the whole world!

as attempts to mate to ban Iranians and middle easterns from entering the U.S , i have been very aware of my Iranian identity and trump has banned Iranians and all Muslim nations from entering the U.S in the form of travel ban since way before corona virus pandemic.

all these got me thinking

What does it mean to be both an Iranian-American? and as a result of this i decided to visit one of largest Iranian community outside Iran. Tehrangeles! which happens to be in Los Angeles and Tehranto! which happens to be in Toronto, Canada of course!

WHEN IRANIANS CAME TO THE LOS ANGELES AND CREATED TEHRANGELES!

Thousands of years ago the greatest country, in the world was Green land.

It was a beautiful land lying on both sides of the wonderful ocean. In it were many great cities; and from one end of it to the other there were broad fields of grain and fine pastures for sheep and cattle.

The people of green land were very proud; for they believed that they were the first and oldest of all nations.

“It was in our country that the first men and women lived,” they said.
“All the people of the world were once green landers.”


A king of green land , whose name was Arash, wished to make sure whether this was true or not. How could he find out?

He tried first one plan and then another; but none of them proved anything at all. Then he called his wisest men and women together and asked them, “Is it really true that the first people in the world were green landers?”

They answered, “We cannot tell you, O King; for none of our histories go back so far.”

Then the king tried still another plan.

He sent out among the poor people of the city and found two little babies who had never heard a word spoken. He gave these to a shepherd and ordered him to bring them up among his sheep, far from the homes of men. “You must never speak a word to them,” said the king; “and you must not permit any person to speak in their hearing.”

The shepherd did as he was bidden. He took the children far away to a green valley where his flocks were feeding. There he cared for them with love and kindness; but no word did he speak in their hearing.

They grew up healthy and strong. They played with the lambs in the field and saw no human being but the shepherd.

Thus two or three years went by. Then, one evening when the shepherd came home from a visit to the city, he was delighted to see the children running out to meet him. They held up their hands, as though asking for something, and cried out, “Becos! becos! becos!”

The shepherd led them gently back to the hut and gave them their usual supper of bread and milk. He said nothing to them, but wondered where they had heard the strange word “becos,” and what was its meaning.

After that, whenever the children were hungry, they cried out, “Becos! becos! becos!” till the shepherd gave them something to eat.

Some time later, the shepherd went to the city and told the king that the children had learned to speak one word, but how or from whom, he did not know.

“What is that word?” asked the king.

“Becos.”

Then the king called one of the wisest sociologist in Greenland and asked him what the word meant.

“Becos,” said the wise man, “is a Farsi word, and it means Lost.”

“Then what shall we understand by these children being able to speak a Farsi word which they have never heard from other lips?” asked the king.

“We are to understand that the Farsi language was the first of all languages,” was the answer. “These children are learning it just as the first people who lived on the earth learned it in the beginning.”

“Therefore,” said the king, “must we conclude that the Farsi were the first and oldest of all the nations?”

“Certainly,” answered the wise man.

And from that time the Iranian always spoke of the Farsi as being of an older race than themselves.

This was an odd way of proving something, for, as every one can readily see, it proved nothing.

What i realized from writing my story is that being lost doesnt take much and the people who came before me and those people who established the Iranian American community were not lost and knew what they were doing and they had to deal with the iranian hostage crisis but the statistics shows the million iranian who live here are lost and are on a false trail.but me and other people like have to deal aside from Covid nightmare with something else something like that make me feel like others in my own country!

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Arash has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil! What started out as an intrinsic love for storytelling has turned into his lifelong passion. There’s nothing he likes better than writing (and reading) stories that is humorous in English and Persian languages, with a touch of Suspense and a poignant streak of truth running through them. Arash is also a YouTuber, Persian singer/songwriter, blogger, traveler, filmmaker, big dreamer, and professional kabob eater. When he’s not writing or dreaming up new stories, you can find him in an adventure road-tripping to national parks! If you want to see Arash in his element (ranting about stories) check out his YouTube channel.

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