The impossibility of escaping from Assad

‘The mullahs are moody,’ said Aisha, a female university student, explaining her daily nail varnish run in with the aging female crones who guard the entrance to Tehran’s University of Arts. 

All female students had to pass through a daily ‘modesty’ check to reach their classes. But the line on what was acceptable – nail varnish colour, make-up, a tuft of exposed hair peaking beyond the compulsory scarf and hijab – varied daily on the whim of the mullahs fighting for power in Iran’s closed theocracy. Some days red nail varnish was okay and other days the same colour was forbidden and Aisha was barred from attending her classes.

There was no order or logic to the petty harassment, just an ever-shifting line of tolerance. The elderly female guards, conscripted from the poor of Tehran’s southern slums, blindly carried out their latest orders for the equivalent of $20 a month.