Tehran stands suspended somewhere in the twilight of its residents' sense of belonging.
At times, it is a capital for migrants who have come in search of opportunity and a better future. At other times, it is the birthplace of those who entered the world here, have lived each day in this city, and who—each day—grapple with an inner struggle born of a feeling deeper than what others may know: a conflict between love for the city and concepts such as frustration, crowding, speed, noise, and smog.
