Cast Blog: #SHAHS

Lollipops, Diamonds, and Family

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

Lollipops, Diamonds, and Family

Ep 8: Reza gives us the down-and-dirty on diamonds, Rosh Hashanah, and GG and her lollipop!

Read the full transcript of Reza's blog, after the jump!

You guys just watched the eighth episode; I just watched the eighth episode, and we really have some important stuff to talk about. But actually the most important thing I want to talk to you guys about are my shoes, which we can’t really see, so I’ll talk them off and show them to you. How great are these boots? They’re business on the top, and party on the bottom! They’re my Prada mullet shoes! Aren’t they cute?

As far as the episode goes, my two favorite friends that love to indulge in the libation, specifically GG and MJ, are trying to have serious conversation about some really heavy shit, like morals and character, and to hear the two of them get after it like that is really fantastic, especially when MJ’s hair looked like she has just gotten nailed to the wall. Were you guys noticing all that stuff that was going on? And then GG rolls up to Omid’s house, and Omid had body for days! I wasn’t really paying attention to what GG was saying, because I was just concentrating on Omid’s yummy torso. And what is GG doing sucking on that lollipop? It makes me think she went over there know she wanted to suck on something, so she kept the lollipop in her mouth so she could abstain from sucking something else. I don’t know; that’s what I was thinking.Oh Diamond Water! Hello! How amazing was that ginormous diamond?! She was putting it there and there [points to his head] and I’d be putting it here [points to his pocket] and taking it the F out of there! Especially that big-ass one! It had my name all over it.

We get to New York, and honestly, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m so sick of crying. I can’t watch myself cry anymore. But it was a really amazing lunch I had with my Dad. And as close as we got last year, this lunch brought us that much closer. And I was so happy to have MJ and Mike and Asa with my at Rosh Hashanah which was so beautiful and so special to me. My east coast family is so amazing. And I’m serious, they switched my grandmother at the Old Folks’ home! I don’t know if she got a lobotomy, or took an ecstasy, or a Xanax, but something happened on the way to my Uncle’s house, because she was really,really amazing and we had the trip of a lifetime. We had so much fun, and I’m really happy that you got to take that trip with me.

I hope you liked episode eight as much as I did! Call me. Peace!

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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.