Cast Blog: #SHAHS

The Higher the Hair, the Closer to God

Recap: The Shahs Peace Summit

Recap: Recipe for Disaster

Asa's Profound and Cathartic Trip

Recap: Reza Pops The Big One

The Return of Lochnesa

Mike: I Will Marry Jessica Soon

Reza Dishes on His Engagement

Recap: Make a Run for the Border

Mike Shouldn't be "Scared" of Other Religions

Recap: Turkey with a Side of Apology

Mike's Inner Struggle

Lilly's Disrespectful Behavior

Mike Takes GG's Side

Recap: Outed by Chihuahuas

Reza: "Lilly Doesn't Understand Friendship"

Lilly's Battle with Foot Boogers

Recap: Always a Lady

Recap: A Little Too Much Diamond Water...

The Shah of Bull Sh--

Reza: "I Wish I Had Kept My Mouth Shut"

Ep 8: Persian Empire Divided

Will Mike Put a Ring on It?

Reza Learns the Power of Apology

Recap: Shah-etiquette

MJ Owes GG a Genuine Apology

What MJ Did was Wrong

Loch-Nesa vs. MJ

Asa's Juice Disaster

Recap: Persian Pride?

MJ's Moral Compass is Way Off

An Offer Lilly Can't Refuse?

Recap: Homo-Not-So-Genius

Mike's Disappointment with Reza

Asa: "I Definitely See Why Reza is Irritated"

Reza on the Fight: "I'm Not Proud of It"

Lilly Needs to "Get More Real"

Reza to Lilly: "Get Off Your High Horse"

Cry Me a River

Mike: Master Negotiator

Lilly: Ain't Nobody Got Time for This

The Higher the Hair, the Closer to God

Lilly explains why she skipped the BBQ and ponders Reza's gay life crisis.

Episode 2 is a whirlwind. It’s refreshing to me that it begins with GG and MJ spending time together -- sober. GG seems really embarrassed for getting that drunk at the restaurant, so hopefully I’ll get to see this side of her more.

Asa’s dinner with her family looks very lovely but the topic of conversation (Asa’s employment/degree status) is oh so too familiar of a painful conversation for most Persian kids. Asa is an artist. She creates things: music, photography, paintings. To typical Persian parents, art or music are not jobs, they’re hobbies. In Persian families, it is common for parents push their children to be either a: doctor, lawyer, engineer, or dentist. Education is valued very highly, and if you don’t have a degree and fall into one of those occupational categories you’re almost made to feel like a disappointment. I hope that the new generation of Persian-American parents will begin to drop this pressure on their children and let them embrace their dreams.

I am an attorney by trade, but a designer and entrepreneur by heart. I can relate to how Asa is feeling because I have been in her shoes. I didn’t want to disappoint my parents, so I went the good Persian girl route and attended law school after college. Once I became an attorney and satisfied their dreams, I decided to pursue mine in design and beauty (hence my swimline HaveFaith.com and my soon to be released eyelash line LillyLashes.com).

This episode you see a glimpse into my house and my daily routine before work. If you haven’t already noticed I love big Texas hair. Sometimes my hair is bigger than my whole body, but where I’m from, the bigger the hair, the closer to God!

You also get to meet our assistant Jill this episode. Jill is an amazing employee and we couldn’t live without her.

I apologize for sharing with the world a very not so glamorous aspect of the swimwear business -- soiled swimsuits (aka "crotch juice")! Although it is gross to think about, it really is a huge problem in our industry. Women often return swimwear for a store credit, attempt to exchange sizes, or simply bring back suits borrowed for photoshoots in a dirty condition. It is not only unsanitary; it is flat right disrespectful.

The scene with MJ and her father is very endearing. I am glad to see she has a loving relationship with her father. I was very taken back by how rudely her and her mother interacted in Episode 1, so to see this close bond with her other parent is very refreshing.After the dinner disaster, Reza and I decided to have lunch. Asa had so kindly invited me to her friend’s BBQ that was taking place the following day. To be honest, I didn’t want to go. A backyard BBQ is much more of an appropriate time to drink and be wild. I’m thinking to myself, if this group acted like they did at dinner, I can’t even imagine what a BBQ will be like!

I don’t drink alcohol, and I especially don’t tolerate drunken arguing and fighting, so I just don’t want to put myself in a situation where I feel that may occur. I loved Asa at the dinner, so I wanted to go anyway out of respect for her. Thankfully, Reza didn’t think it was such a good idea I go either, so we both decided I would politely pass.

Mike’s date is so cute! I love Jessica, I think she is beautiful, classy, and looks like she really cares for Mike. Who cares if she’s not Persian or Jewish. Life is too short not to be happy. Follow your heart Mike, choose love!

Reza’s gay life crisis is hilarious to me. Although he would look super hot in daisy dukes driving a Ferarri, Adam seems to be an amazing guy, so I think he needs to reconsider his crisis. As Reza said himself, “Adam’s good.” It is rare to find genuine, loving, “good” guys in LA. If you’ve found someone special Reza, do the right thing and commit!

The episode ends with the anticipated BBQ. After watching what happened there I can’t even comment other than to say AMEN I didn’t go.

In case you haven’t noticed it, this season is going to be a wild ride. Hold on to your seats everyone, and I’ll see you next Sunday!

Xoxo,
Lilly Ghalichi

Asa's Profound and Cathartic Trip

Asa opens up about her expereince at the Iranian border.

Thank God that I'm a captain's daughter and grew up on boats and hovercrafts and do not need anything inserted to not get sick, LOL! Reza and Golnesa are cracking me up here. Hahaha!



Yachting all day on the same waters my wonderful father sailed in his youth. Such a wonderful day hanging out with my friends. Away from the B.S. and in this beautiful place enjoying each other’s love and company. Princess Island was so relaxing and charming. Every restaurant was a seafood restaurant, and I was in heaven! When I saw the tears in Merc's eyes, I could feel that she was ready to “go there.” I am so proud of her rawness about what she wants and her needs. After all, how can we achieve something we can't even visualize or speak of? I am here for her for strength, love, and support through thick and thin. She will be a wonderful mom!


By the great power of Destiny and Will, Reza, my Mom, and I were able to find a way to make a personal pilgrimage to the border of Iran, where all of us and our ancestors were born. It was such a long, intensive, and at times dangerous journey there, but this was nothing compared to the 30 years we have been waiting to go back home.Without getting too political, I wanted to explain to those who might not fully understand our inability to safely go to Iran. The fact alone that I am a political refugee is not the only reason. While I'm a very proud Iranian and feel a great responsibility to shed light on all the wonderful things about my culture, I also feel socially obligated to be honest about the things terribly wrong with the government of Iran. Iran sadly is a tyranny and deals with political dissidents (that's anyone with an opinion) as criminals. It jails, tortures, and executes its own citizens for simple expressing a political opinion. Think about all the individuals, comedians, talk show hosts, or journalists expressing various opinions here in the US about the president or government... In the US it's called freedom of speech. Well, this freedom does not exist in Iran. The number of “political” prisoners and executions of the latter is staggering. So, somebody whose art deals even mildly with such things and is considered “Islamic Feminist” going to Iran safely is pretty much out of the question.

Back to our beautiful pilgrimage to the center of my heart. Throughout the whole day, my Mom, Reza, and I were like silent warriors. We were all dealing with our own personal emotions throughout the journey while also in the collective experience. On the flight and the bus ride, it was sheer excitement. Then on the last leg of the journey in the Kurdish car, we all lost it. Listening to our favorite old Persian song on our iPhone and nearing the Iranian border, tears of joy and sadness starting falling endlessly.

It was so incredible for me to have my Mom, who sacrificed everything in her youth to make a brighter future for me and my brother, with me. I could feel her pain and joy and see it in her eyes. Reza and I really bonded on a primal level, and I will never forget these moments we shared together. I felt that we were making this pilgrimage for all immigrants, all refugees, all displaced people in the world.Then as I got out of the car and smelled the familiar air, a feeling of complete joy and euphoria came over me. I was not sad anymore. Nor was I missing it the way I used to. I surrendered all those heavy feelings right there on that earth. As I said, when you embrace the big monster, it melts away.

We all have landmark events in our lives. This was one of mine. Going to the border of Iran with my Mom and Reza was one of the most profound and cathartic experiences of my life. I am forever grateful and enormously blessed to have been able to have this experience. And I’m thrilled that I was able to share it with you all.