Cast Blog: #SHAHS

Lilly's Battle with Foot Boogers

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"

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

Why Can't MJ Just Say "I'm Sorry"?

Lilly's Battle with Foot Boogers

Lilly dishes on her shoe situation and the conversation with Asa about Iran.

Hi Everyone,
Sorry to turn in my blog so late in the week, I have been battling a horrible case of the flu the past few days. Our health really is so, so precious, we should be thankful for every day that we are healthy and alive.
On to the episode! And, oh what an episode it was, by far one of my favorites as of yet.
The yoga scene with Asa and Reza -- OMG poor Reza, LOL. I applaud him for finishing the class. It looked like he was about to fall over and faint, but he kept going. I have to admit, it looked more difficult than the training session he and I did with my trainer last season. The best part is how easy Asa made it look. I’m glad the yoga instructor said the things she said, and I’m happy to see Reza taking them to heart.
I do think Reza is being too hard on Mike. Mike is a good friend to Reza, he was merely defending the underdog and sticking up for what he believed was right. That doesn’t make him a bad friend to Reza, he never put Reza down or did anything to diminish him while he was defending Sasha. Time to forgive Mike, Reza.Cleaning out my closet with Manoosh is basically just giving everything away because all of my stuff sucks and is full of foot boogers (according to her anyway). First off, I didn’t even know foot boogers existed; secondly, I can’t believe I have the WORST case of foot boogers she has ever seen. Great, LOL.
I know you guys didn’t get to see inside Manoosh’s “charity” bag, but it was full of red bottoms that had been worn once, maybe twice. Insane!
Listen Manoosh, my shoes may have “foot boogers” but that’s because I actually wear them, a lot, before I get rid of them. Sheesh. I have started carrying wet wipes around, and I wipe my feet at the office before I put my shoes back on under my desk. I think it’s helping my foot booger situation LOL.
For those of you that don’t know, Asa is an incredible cook. I know, add it to the list of things she’s amazing at… I on the other hand, am not so great of a cook, in fact, I pretty much stink. Asa invites me to her house to give me a personal, Persian cooking lesson. I’m excited and scared at the same time!
Everything was going great until she asked me to massage the raw chicken meat. There was something about looking at, and touching raw meat that really disturbed me. I’m not sure what it was, but it was a very uneasy feeling for me, I almost felt wrong for massaging the animal’s raw flesh. Yet I eat meat, so I’m not really justified to feel that way. In this scene, you also see me tell Asa that she should have tried to go to Iran all these years. I don’t mean to undermine her refugee status at all, or diminish it. I am not a refugee, my father was not in the military, so I cannot relate or understand how she and her family must feel. I only know my country, Iran. Despite what people may think, it is not a horrible, deadly country.

Asa does not have blood on her hands, she has done no wrong, she was not in the military, and was merely a child when she fled Iran. I find it difficult to believe that she would be imprisoned or punished in any sort of way if she attempted to return to Iran.

As someone that has traveled back and forth to Iran many, many times in her life, with people that held military positions themselves during Shah’s time, I simply do not agree. Almost 35 years have passed since the Iranian revolution. Hundreds of thousands of people fled the country as refugees, Iran is not sitting and waiting for them to return so they can imprison them all and punish them.
It is my opinion that many people like Asa have been too scared to return to a country they love so much simply out of their own fear. But, really it is just fear, an urban legend almost, and the reality is their country would have welcomed them home. 
For Asa’s sake, I am glad she never tried, as I said, I do not know the particulars of her and her family’s situation, and I would never want anything bad to happen to her, but Iran is my country too, and I am entitled to my opinion.This episode ends with the horse races and all I can say about that is, Mike, next time let the woman have her buttery, chocolate croissant!

Until next episode everyone, stay away from anyone that has the flu!
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.