What is *The Wind in My Hair: My Fight for Freedom in Modern Iran* about?

*The Wind in My Hair* is Masih Alinejad’s memoir chronicling her journey from a rural Iranian village to becoming a global symbol of resistance against gender oppression. It details her early journalism career in Tehran, exile in 2009, and the creation of viral campaigns like **My Stealthy Freedom** and **White Wednesdays**, which challenged Iran’s compulsory hijab laws. The book intertwines personal courage with broader struggles for democracy and women’s rights in Iran.

Who should read *The Wind in My Hair*?

This memoir is essential for readers interested in women’s rights, Iranian politics, or firsthand accounts of activism under authoritarian regimes. It resonates with advocates of free speech, journalists, and those inspired by grassroots movements. Alinejad’s story offers insights into modern Iran’s sociopolitical landscape and the power of individual defiance.

What are the main themes in *The Wind in My Hair*?

Key themes include **resistance against gender apartheid**, the intersection of personal and political freedom, and the role of social media in modern activism. Alinejad critiques systemic oppression in Iran while celebrating individual bravery, illustrating how compulsory hijab laws symbolize broader repression of women’s autonomy.

How did Masih Alinejad’s activism begin?

Alinejad’s activism started in her teens when she distributed dissident newsletters, leading to her first arrest. As a parliamentary journalist in Tehran, she exposed government corruption before fleeing Iran in 2009. Her 2014 **My Stealthy Freedom** campaign, encouraging women to post unveiled photos, marked a turning point in global awareness of Iran’s gender policies.

What is the significance of the *My Stealthy Freedom* campaign?

Launched in 2014, **My Stealthy Freedom** became a viral civil disobedience movement against Iran’s mandatory hijab laws. By sharing photos and stories of unveiled women, it amplified global scrutiny of gender apartheid and inspired the **White Wednesdays** protests. The campaign now has over 11 million followers, making it Iran’s largest digital resistance movement.

How does *The Wind in My Hair* address Iran’s political climate?

Alinejad exposes systemic corruption, censorship, and violent enforcement of religious laws. She recounts interactions with officials, the 2009 election protests, and the regime’s brutal crackdowns. The memoir also highlights state-sponsored threats against her, including a 2021 FBI-foiled kidnapping plot, underscoring Tehran’s fear of grassroots dissent.

What criticisms does the book face from Iranian authorities?

Iran’s government brands Alinejad a “Western agitator” and criminalizes engagement with her campaigns. State media has smeared her work as anti-Islamic, while security forces arrested protesters inspired by her activism. The regime’s attempts to kidnap and silence her, detailed in the book, reveal its intolerance of dissent.

How does Alinejad’s background shape her activism?

Growing up in poverty in rural Iran, Alinejad witnessed gender discrimination early, such as being barred from mosque entry during menstruation. Her experiences as a journalist and political exile fuel her advocacy, blending personal narrative with universal calls for dignity and equality.

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Dans « Le vent dans mes cheveux », les mémoires provocatrices de Masih Alinejad déclenchent un mouvement mondial lorsqu'une photo d'elle sans hijab lance la campagne virale iranienne « My Stealthy Freedom ». Salué par Sheryl Sandberg comme « une lecture incontournable pour quiconque se soucie de l'égalité et de l'autonomie des femmes ».

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Chapitre 1

A Defiant Voice in the Wind

Imagine waking up one morning and realizing your hair-a fundamental part of your identity-has been hijacked by the state. For Masih Alinejad, this wasn't just a metaphor but her lived reality. Born in a small Iranian village just before the Islamic Revolution, she transformed from a rebellious village girl into one of the most influential voices challenging Iran's compulsory hijab laws. Her memoir "The Wind in My Hair" has become a cultural touchstone, praised by Nobel Peace Prize winner Malala Yousafzai as "a must-read for anyone who cares about women's equality." Even Hillary Clinton has cited Alinejad's work as exemplifying how "women's rights are human rights." Through her viral "My Stealthy Freedom" campaign-named by Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg as her favorite page-Alinejad created a platform where millions of Iranian women could finally speak truth to power. Her story reveals how one woman's defiance can spark a movement that transcends borders and challenges decades of oppression.

Chapitre 2

Village Roots and Revolutionary Childhood

I was born the daughter of Ghomikola, known as "Zari Khayat Kija" (daughter of Zari the tailor). My mother earned her own money by sewing, transforming bolts of cloth into garments for women from surrounding villages who treated her with unusual respect. Our modest mud house required yearly repairs after winter rains-my father would make a special paste of cow dung, mud, straw, and rice husks to coat the cracked walls, a smell I still associate with home. We lived simply with just two rooms until I reached middle school-one where we all slept on futons rolled up each morning, and another reserved for guests. Our kitchen existed outdoors in a three-walled "tash dar khaneh" with a fire pit. Water came from a deep well, and bathing meant either warming water in a cauldron, using the barn hose under our cows' watchful eyes, or visiting the village's public baths. Furniture was scarce-no tables, chairs or sofas-just a small television showing news, religious programs, and imported cartoons. Winter brought brutal cold, relieved only by a paraffin heater and the korsi (a low table with a brazier underneath and blankets thrown over). One particularly harsh winter, my father even brought a newborn calf inside to sleep with us for warmth. Despite our poverty, I remained optimistic. Special treats came when my father visited Babol city, like the memorable time he brought home our first banana-a mysterious "moze" from "farang" (the West). My mother solemnly cut it into six pieces for the family, and we watched as she discovered we needed to remove the bitter skin first. The Islamic Revolution transformed Iran when I was just a babbling two-year-old. Old family photographs revealed a surprising prosperity before the revolution-everyone wearing store-bought clothes rather than my mother's homemade ones, looking like city folks rather than village farmers. Most shocking was seeing my father without his now-constant beard, wearing a dapper jacket and brogues unsuitable for rural life. Political divisions ran through Iranian families, including mine. My father fervently supported the Islamic government while my uncle Valiollah backed the deposed Shah. Their heated arguments often erupted at family gatherings, with my uncle sarcastically noting that while the Shah might have been corrupt, "at least when he ate he let the crumbs fall down to the people," while the clerics "eat with their hands closed." The Pahlavi dynasty had significantly modernized Iran. Under their rule, women drove cars, worked outside homes, voted, and held political offices. But the Islamic Revolution quickly eroded these rights-by 1983, the hijab became compulsory, women's legal testimony was valued at half a man's, and family law reforms were reversed. The regime executed hundreds of political opponents and banned chess, pop music, and women singers. In our household, women even slept with headscarves on, checking each morning that they hadn't slipped off during the night. My hair was no longer part of my identity-it had been hijacked and replaced with a headscarf.

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Chapitre 3

Education and Rebellion in the Islamic Republic

School reinforced gender segregation from the beginning. For three years, boys and girls sat on opposite sides of the classroom before being completely separated after fourth grade. During recess, our brief moments of freedom ended when the supervisor shouted: "Girls...run to the back of the yard now," while boys continued to enjoy running, wrestling and playing football. My uniform included the maghnaeh-a habit-like head covering that tightly enclosed my forehead, chin, neck and chest. Later came the manteau-a drab, loose-fitting coat worn over long skirts or pants. I envied both the boys who could wear almost anything and cartoon heroines like Nell and Alice in Wonderland who had visible, flowing hair and freedoms I lacked. Puberty brought confusion and shame about my changing body. I developed what I called my "two orbs of sin," having been taught that women's bodies encouraged men to sin. I stooped while walking and crossed my arms to hide my chest. When I first got my period at fourteen, I ran home frightened, apologizing to my mother who smiled-perhaps thinking I was ready for marriage. At sixteen, I rebelled against wearing the chador. I'd leave my sister's house fully covered, then remove the chador once out of sight. When my father unexpectedly discovered me without it, he was furious: "You have brought shame on me, brought shame on your mother." Surprisingly, my brother-in-law defended me: "Masoumeh is chaste and she'll come around when the time is right." My mother also supported me: "A chador isn't going to turn Masoumeh into a saint. It's what's inside that matters." My rebellious streak continued at school-placing water bowls above doorways to splash visiting clerics, writing political slogans on walls, and challenging religious teachers with questions like "Why don't men cover themselves up too?" and "If one God is good, wouldn't two be better?" I constantly questioned religious and gender restrictions, arguing that "We humans created God. We had no choice but to create God." This questioning led to confrontations with teachers. When one insisted there must be a creator, I asked, "Who creates the creator?" and boldly declared "We humans created God." This earned me another detention. My rebellious behavior-including stealing books I couldn't afford-eventually led to expulsion from school with just one year left before graduation. When I received the expulsion letter, I broke down in tears. My mother, despite her lack of formal education, accompanied me first to plead with the principal, then to the Board of Education. There, she delivered a powerful defense that stunned both me and the official. She compared me to a blighted apple tree needing extra care rather than abandonment. "Instead of nurturing her, you have abandoned my daughter," she told the official. "Instead of expelling her, you need to help her find answers." Her wisdom and eloquence moved the official, who not only readmitted me but assigned me to Horiyat, the top high school in Babol. Mother returned to our village a hero, having outsmarted the city bureaucrats. I vowed to behave better, though I worried about living up to this second chance.

Chapitre 4

Political Awakening and Marriage

My transfer to Horiyat marked a turning point. I became a voracious reader, devouring everything from Jules Verne to Victor Hugo and Persian classics. Unable to afford books, I "liberated" them from libraries-my version of being a female Robin Hood-reading them before passing them to other students. My friend Maryam and I started a secret political book club named Faryad-e Kaveh (Call of Kaveh) after the legendary Iranian blacksmith who led an uprising against a foreign tyrant. We recruited members including my brother Ali, who stole a printing machine from his university to produce underground pamphlets. Amid our political activities, Reza, another member, developed feelings for me. He wrote me a poem calling me "my Jesus" and comparing me to a Messiah. I initially rejected his advances, tearing up his notepad and telling Ali, "Marriage is a prison. I don't want to get married and be trapped." But Ali made me see that Reza might be my ticket out of Ghomikola. At eighteen and still unmarried, I faced pressure from my mother, who worried about my lack of suitors. I met Reza at Niloofar lagoon and bluntly told him, "I'll marry you, but on one condition: If I don't like married life, I want the right to divorce. I'm marrying you to get out of Ghomikola. Don't think I'm doing it for love." He laughed and said, "Sounds like you have mistaken me for a travel agent." When I insisted on the right to divorce-a huge demand for women in the Islamic Republic-Reza agreed confidently, saying he was sure I'd never use it. I made my intentions clear: "I want to write, I want to be a photographer. I want to live." Our political group published our first shabnameh (night letter) with political slogans like "Freedom of Speech for All" appearing throughout town. I was both thrilled and terrified seeing my words being read by schoolmates. Eventually, Reza and his family formally asked for my hand. I hated the traditional negotiations over dowry and mehrieh (divorce payment), feeling like cattle being valued. Nevertheless, we signed the marriage contract with a mehrieh of 20,000 tomans, a Quran, and 12 gold coins. In May, while planning our wedding party, disaster struck. A security agent appeared at our home and arrested Reza for "plotting against the Supreme Leader." My father, desperate to prove his loyalty, even suggested they arrest me too after the agent showed him a picture of a goat with the caption "I think, therefore I am" from my room. Days later, security agents came for me as well.

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Chapitre 5

Prison and Pregnancy

I was blindfolded in the interrogation room as two men conferred behind me. The intimidating interrogator warned me everyone talks eventually and placed a heavy chain in my hand as a threat. After they left, I remained terrified, not daring to remove my blindfold. The "consultant bazjoo" returned with a softer approach, claiming he wanted to help me but needed me to cooperate with his temperamental colleague. The interrogation continued for days with questions about my political views, whether I was a communist, and the formation of the Kaveh reading group. I maintained it was just for education, not politics. After four days of constant questioning and little sleep, I dozed off during interrogation and was startled awake. The "nice" interrogator had me remove my blindfold and write a confession with "The truth shall set you free" at the top of each page. During one bathroom trip, I spotted Reza badly beaten. Later, a guard shocked me with news that I was pregnant. Our group was filmed making confessions with ridiculous titles assigned to us before being taken to Revolutionary Court where I received a suspended sentence of five years and seventy-four lashes. After release, I discarded my filthy chador and unsuccessfully sought an abortion as doctors deemed my pregnancy too advanced. I spent the next days sleeping and taking long showers, trying to scrub away prison dirt while wrestling with my unplanned pregnancy. I worried about telling my parents, bringing dishonor to my family, and how Reza felt about becoming a father. During prison visitation, Reza reassured me: "Don't be scared. It's our kid and we'll take care of the baby." My father surprised me by arranging a wedding feast rather than giving the scolding I'd expected. Though my mother cried over my rebelliousness, my father arranged everything for the following Thursday. My village wedding was simple-I wore a black skirt in protest and a pink headscarf. Men and women sat in separate rooms while children danced to an aunt's drumming. Whispers about my arrest circulated, but no one dared ask directly. When Reza finally arrived, everyone gasped-his head was completely shaved like a common criminal, the Intelligence Ministry's cruel way of revealing his imprisonment despite my father's attempts to hide it.

Chapitre 6

Motherhood, Journalism, and Divorce

On a windy November morning in 1996, Reza was released from prison. After our pilgrimage to Mashhad, I gave birth to our son Pouyan in a cold, clinical hospital experience where I felt terribly vulnerable without my mother present. The nurses placed my unwashed newborn on my chest before I was ready, and I felt paralyzed with weakness. With Reza unable to teach officially due to his conviction, I sold my wedding jewelry to buy photography equipment and became a successful wedding photographer in Babol. I earned four times what Reza made as a private tutor, though eventually government restrictions on photographers without permits made the work precarious. We moved to Tehran where Reza found work with a publishing company. I struggled to find photography work in the capital where my northern accent marked me as an outsider, so I became a market researcher for the state television station. Though we joined a literary circle, Reza dismissed my writing talents and grew increasingly cold toward me. After our first year in Tehran, I found us a new apartment in Yousefabad. The day before our move, Reza refused to help pack, leaving me to rely on his sisters. When he finally returned that evening, he calmly announced: "I'm in love with another woman. I want to marry her." Despite my pleading and offers to change, even suggesting he could see her while staying married to me, Reza packed a suitcase and left. When we went to divorce court, I faced the harsh reality of being a woman in the Islamic Republic. The judge gave custody of Pouyan to Reza, allowing me only twenty-four hours weekly with my son. I left the courtroom in a daze, my marriage over and my child taken from me, just a week before my twenty-fourth birthday.

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Chapitre 7

Finding My Voice as a Journalist

I blossomed after my divorce. Though painful, I was suddenly free to grow into myself. I moved into a small apartment in Yousefabad, a neighborhood with both gentrified areas and slums. Through connections, I secured an interview at Hambastegi, a reformist newspaper. Despite having no qualifications-no university degree, no foreign languages, no political connections-I persisted, appealing to the editor with a passionate speech about being "a true product of the Islamic Revolution" from a family of the mostazfain (downtrodden). He hired me as an unpaid intern. Under the mentorship of Marjan Sheikholeslami, the senior political writer, I learned the craft while taking classes at the Media Studies Center. When a political dispute erupted between reformist Parliament members and Supreme Leader Khamenei over the national broadcaster's budget, I seized my opportunity. Without consulting Marjan, I cold-called radical lawmakers for quotes and filed a story about reformists rejecting former president Rafsanjani's mediation efforts. To my shock, my anonymous piece appeared on the front page and became the talk of Tehran. After becoming the Majlis correspondent, I entered a strange new world. The sixth Majlis, controlled by reformists, was one of the most radical in Iranian history. I took a second job with the Iranian Labor News Agency, spending mornings in Majlis and afternoons at Hambastegi writing analysis. My stories now appeared in dozens of newspapers across the country. Despite trying to avoid trouble, I was suspended for three months for wearing "inappropriate" red shoes. When I returned, I refused to be part of the pack of reporters waiting for official press releases. I developed a talent for getting lawmakers to talk, establishing myself with front-page stories. Then came serious trouble-Iran's General Staff of the Armed Forces filed a complaint against me for mocking the Basij paramilitary force. I was summoned to appear before Saeed Mortazavi, Tehran's notorious prosecutor general known as the "Butcher of the Press." He interrogated me for days, repeatedly accusing me of having affairs with reformist politicians and claiming they wrote my articles. My path to exposing corruption in the Majlis began with investigating rumors of secret bonus payments to MPs. When I approached Shokrollah Attarzadeh, a lawmaker who always dressed in military fatigues, he initially told me to "Get out" when I asked to see his pay slips. But I bluffed, suggesting he might get recalled if he appeared to be hiding something. He reluctantly showed me a pay slip with his name torn off, revealing deputies had received a million tomans (about $1,100) from the Speaker "for consideration of the Deputies' Expenses." My front-page story caused an uproar, with conservative newspapers claiming I'd stolen the documents. Soon after, a reformist deputy approached me with more evidence. In spy-movie fashion, he dropped crumpled papers for me to retrieve, revealing additional bonuses of 3.5 million tomans for "religious duties." My third expose revealed deputies were getting New Year's bonuses of 1.1 million tomans-four to ten times what regular civil servants received. Upon returning to work after a break, I discovered my Majlis press card had been revoked. The management committee claimed my exposes had "damaged the Majlis." Standing outside the entrance, I told every reporter about my expulsion. As my mother had advised when facing adversity: they had thrown me out unfairly, now I needed to find a window.

Chapitre 8

Exile and Activism

With rumors of my imminent arrest circulating, I decided to leave Iran temporarily. After a tearful goodbye to my son, I hastily packed a suitcase and flew to London with no concrete plans. The 2008 U.S. election captivated my attention, and emboldened by Obama's triumph, I decided to attempt something impossible in Iran-interviewing the U.S. President. With a friend's help, I drafted a letter in broken English, naively believing Obama would be thrilled to speak with me. Surprisingly, the State Department approved my request, offering help with a journalist visa. In mid-April 2009, I flew back to Tehran, partly motivated by the chance to claim my son Pouyan after my ex-husband fled to Germany. Though I cleared passport control easily, security agents intercepted me at baggage claim, confiscating my passport. Two days later, an interrogator questioned me about my activities abroad, particularly my plans to interview Obama. He demanded I sign a pledge not to cover the elections, saying I could only retrieve my passport when leaving Iran. Despite increasing pressure, I was reluctant to leave as what seemed like a historic election approached. After my car was vandalized, I reluctantly left Iran on June 3, just as Mousavi and Ahmadinejad faced off in their first televised debate. Looking at Tehran's lights as my plane took off, I had no idea it would be the last time I'd see my homeland. Landing at Heathrow, I felt no excitement, having left my heart in Tehran during what promised to be a momentous election. On election day, June 12, I filmed Iranian voters at the London consulate, where the mood was festive and everyone expected Mousavi to win. That evening, events took a shocking turn-the SMS network in Iran was shut down, security forces were deployed near newspaper offices, and Fars news agency prematurely declared Ahmadinejad the winner while polls were still open. When official results gave Ahmadinejad 63% of the vote, I was shaking with rage. I followed the post-election crisis from London, surviving on news, fruit, and coffee while barely sleeping. On June 15, over two million people marched for Mousavi in Tehran-the largest demonstration since 1979. Violence escalated as Basij militia fired into crowds, killing protesters and raiding university dormitories. Among the casualties was Neda Aghasoltan, a 27-year-old musician whose death was captured on video. Her blood-spattered face became the symbol of the Green Movement. With Iran in turmoil during 2010, I focused on documenting human rights abuses, identifying those arrested, shot, and killed in the ongoing protests and crackdown. The authorities concealed casualty numbers, forbade public funerals, and pressured families to remain silent. I received death threats as Iranian state television accused me of fabricating deaths, calling me one of the women behind the "sedition." I created a fifty-seven-part documentary series for Radio Farda called "The Victims of 88," devoting half-hour episodes to each victim of the 2009 protests. The work was emotionally devastating-my room felt like a digital morgue filled with tales of torture and death. The series eventually won an AIB International Media Excellence award in 2013, with judges praising its "superb research."

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Chapitre 9

My Stealthy Freedom and Global Impact

As London's spring arrived in April, my mood brightened with the weather. Walking through Kew Gardens amid cherry blossoms, I felt joyful and free. Seeking a break from covering Iran's human rights violations, I posted a photo of myself with my hair flowing in the wind on Facebook, writing about how my hair had been "taken hostage" by the Islamic Republic for thirty years. This simple post resonated deeply, sparking widespread sharing and heated discussions about compulsory hijab. Women even began posting their own hijab-free photos in the comments, creating an unprecedented forum for ordinary women to speak freely about this oppressive practice. My Facebook page was becoming a forum for ordinary Iranian women to speak freely about compulsory hijab. When I posted a photo of myself driving without hijab with the phrase "azadi yavashaki" (stealthy freedom), it resonated deeply. Every Iranian woman understood these secret moments of rebellion-secretly falling in love, removing head scarves, attending parties. On May 3, the "Azadi Yavashaki/My Stealthy Freedom" page launched, quickly exploding with submissions from women bravely posting their unveiled photos despite risks. I had poked the Islamic Republic with My Stealthy Freedom, and now I would feel its sting. Iranian state television broadcast a 90-second news report claiming I had been "raped by three bandits after shedding her clothes under the influence of hallucinatory drugs" in London, and that my son was receiving psychiatric help. I froze in disbelief-the report was completely fabricated. The regime had attacked me because compulsory hijab is a cornerstone of the Islamic Republic-admitting half the population objects to it undermines their legitimacy. In mid-October 2014, Facebook's COO Sheryl Sandberg named My Stealthy Freedom as her favorite page. She quoted a grandmother's message: "I wanted my granddaughter to feel the wind through her hair before it goes gray." When I emailed her, Sheryl responded within minutes and invited me to Facebook headquarters. At Facebook's campus, she told me, "You are one of my personal heroes," bringing me to tears. She gave me a "LEAN IN" t-shirt, listened to my life story, and suggested I write a book. One of our campaign goals was to educate female politicians about compulsory hijab and ask them to join our protest. I was particularly frustrated when foreign female politicians meekly complied with Iran's discriminatory laws during visits, as Iranian officials would point to these visitors as examples for local women to follow. Our campaign reached its highest validation when French journalists confronted President Rouhani directly with a My Stealthy Freedom photo during an interview. His nervous laughter and deflection-claiming Iranians have freedom in their "private lives"-revealed the campaign's growing impact. In April 2016, I was invited as a headliner to the Women in the World Summit at Lincoln Center. I concluded my talk powerfully: "While I enjoy my freedom, I still cannot forget about my people. Iranian women break the law if they don't cover their heads, if they are caught singing or dancing in public... I'm a master criminal. The Iran government thinks I have too much hair, too much voice, and I am too much of a woman." After four years of My Stealthy Freedom, I decided to escalate our activism with "Wednesdays without compulsory hijab." Following Rouhani's 2017 re-election, I launched #WhiteWednesdays, asking supporters to wear white scarves or shawls as symbols of resistance. That first Tuesday night, I nervously waited up, and after midnight, videos and photos flooded in-women walking Tehran's streets without hijabs or wearing white shawls. The movement quickly grew despite backlash from conservative factions. On December 27, 2017, Vida Movahed, a thirty-one-year-old mother, climbed onto a utility box on Tehran's busy Revolution Street, removed her headscarf, tied it to a stick, and waved it in protest against compulsory hijab. Though initially detained, Movahed's protest went viral. I created the hashtag "Where is the girl of Revolution Street?" which gained 19,000 retweets. After pressure from Amnesty International and others, she was released, inspiring a wave of similar protests across Iran. Women stood on utility boxes and platforms, removing their headscarves in public defiance. The taboo around discussing compulsory hijab was broken. While security forces arrested at least thirty activists, the movement persisted. As one defiant protester declared outside a Basij office: "Our weapon is a white scarf... I'm ready to pay the price if it will bring a free Iran."

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Thèmes clés dans Le vent dans mes cheveux

compulsory hijab resistance
iranian women's rights
gender segregation
political activism
religious fundamentalism

Citations de Le vent dans mes cheveux

I wanted to feel the wind in my hair.
We humans created God. We had no choice but to create God.
Who creates the creator?
A chador isn't going to turn Masoumeh into a saint. It's what's inside that matters.

Personnages de Le vent dans mes cheveux

Masih AlinejadThe author and protagonist of the memoir
Zari Khayat KijaThe author's mother and a village tailor
ValiollahThe author's uncle who opposed the revolution
MasoumehThe author's name used by her family

À propos de l'auteur

Masih Alinejad, journaliste irano-américaine et auteure du best-seller Le vent dans mes cheveux : Mon combat pour la liberté dans l'Iran moderne, est une militante des droits de l'homme mondialement reconnue et une voix de premier plan pour la libération des femmes.

Ses mémoires sont un mélange poignant de récit personnel et de commentaire politique, s'inspirant de son éducation dans l'Iran rural, de sa carrière de journaliste d'investigation dénonçant la corruption du gouvernement et de son exil suite à la répression électorale de 2009.

L'activisme d'Alinejad, qui comprend la fondation des campagnes virales #MyStealthyFreedom et #WhiteWednesdays, a donné aux femmes iraniennes les moyens de protester contre les lois sur le hijab obligatoire, et nourrit directement les thèmes de résilience et de défi de l'ouvrage.

Animatrice pour Voice of America Persian et récipiendaire du prix Scholar-Statesman 2022 du Washington Institute, elle a été nommée l'une des Femmes de l'année par le magazine TIME (2023) et a survécu à une tentative d'enlèvement par le gouvernement iranien. Son travail, suivi par plus de 9 millions de personnes sur Instagram, a redéfini le discours mondial sur l'égalité des sexes dans les régimes autoritaires.

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In high-stakes professional environments, what remains unsaid is often more important than the verbal exchange. This plan is essential for leaders, negotiators, and communicators who need to master non-verbal intelligence and emotional decoding to influence outcomes.

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@djmikemoore

"BeFreed turned my guilty doomscrolling into something that feels productive and inspiring."

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"BeFreed turned my commute into learning time. 20-min podcasts are perfect for finishing books I never had time for."

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@Leo, Law Student, UPenn

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"Makes me feel smarter every time before going to work"

@Cashflowbubu

"Instead of endless scrolling, I just hit play on BeFreed. It saves me so much time."

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"I never knew where to start with nonfiction—BeFreed’s book lists turned into podcasts gave me a clear path."

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117

"Perfect balance between learning and entertainment. Finished ‘Thinking, Fast and Slow’ on my commute this week."

@Raaaaaachelw

"Crazy how much I learned while walking the dog. BeFreed = small habits → big gains."

@Matt, YC alum

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"Reading used to feel like a chore. Now it’s just part of my lifestyle."

@Erin, Investment Banking Associate , NYC

254

"Feels effortless compared to reading. I’ve finished 6 books this month already."

@djmikemoore

"BeFreed turned my guilty doomscrolling into something that feels productive and inspiring."

@Pitiful

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Education and Rebellion in the Islamic Republic

Political Awakening and Marriage

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