Persepolis Internal Conflict

Have you seen my husband? Is all my mom was shouting as she held my hand tightly, running back and forth through the hospital? A receptionist sent us to a room, which felt like coming into an isolated mausoleum. The cold air enveloped my entire body, ice has replaced my spine and numbness is all my fingers felt. The room was somber dark, dead silence; the only sound heard was the heart machine ... Beep … Beep. There wasn’t anything more traumatizing then seeing my father lain on the bed, unresponsive, tubes coming from out mouth and nose. The sadness and desperation in his eyes broke my heart. All of sudden the heart monitor went off with a loud buzzing sound. A nurse jumped out of nowhere “Code Blue”, in matter of seconds 4 nurses and a doctor surrounded my father, my mom and I mindset was at a shock, like were able to see what was happening but couldn’t do anything our body was some glued to the floor. The doctors and nurses tired to help my father but it was too late,

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

Satrapi’s graphic novel, Persepolis, depicts the coming of age story of Marjane and her experiences before, during, and after the Iranian war. In the course of Marjane’s experiences, she frequently encounters conflict and the hardships that ensue when growing up. Nevertheless, these hardships are major factors that shape Marjane as a character and establish the context of the novel. Satrapi uses the graphic novel conventions and literary devices to convey conflicts of Marjane that are within herself, with man (in the form of her teachers), and with society.

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

My brother kept on crying as I pulled him closer into my arms, listening to the sirens blasting the in distance. As the ambulance pulled up, I couldn’t move. My body was frozen holding my brother watching the paramedics pull my mom from the car. I tried to call out for her, but nothing came out. They worked quickly strapping her to a gurney and whisking her off into the distance. Through the fog, I watched the ambulance until I could no longer see the lights. It was then realized that my mother was gone, and we were all alone. As a policeman approached us he got down on one knee to be face to face with me.

One summer day getting off the school bus running home, excited about going outside; couldn’t wait to go play with my friends when I walked through the door and there was my Aunt Liz. Standing there with tears in her eyes, in extreme amount of pain. I was scared, didn’t know what to do or who to call. Do I called, Mom or 911? After calling my mother then 911, I knew I had to help my Aunt Liz, bring you into the world. No one around, no one to ask for help, only Liz and I. My panic turn into a brave teenager who needed to help her

The old Persian city of Persepolis is located in the Fars province of modern-day Iran. Persian had a very diverse number of land formations, ranging from plateaus, rainforests, plains, deserts, and mountain ranges which each hold a unique balance of flora and fauna, and a climate that measures from hot and dry to moist and tropical. In a way, Persepolis depended on its surrounding ecosystems to help support its growth and prosperity. It was located near a dry land called the Marvdasht Plain and also close to the moist peaks of the Zagros Mountains, and it’s a piece of the Kur River Basin. Even the climate of the areas near Persepolis affected its business. For example, during the Iranian winter, the landscape would become murky and would be unable to navigate through. However, during the spring and summer seasons, the areas surrounding Persepolis would be clear and crossable, allowing the city to proceed in its everyday activity. Through vigorous research by archaeologists, it has been revealed that Darius I was responsible for a great amount of structures and periods of construction of Persepolis. In the time period that Darius I was working on Persepolis was in the years 518-490 B.C. (First period of construction) During the first phase of the construction of Persepolis, the monumental terrace was built, with the Apadana audience hall, and finally including the Treasury building complete with stairs on the eastern side that are used as an access point. Kings followed

Throughout the autobiographical book, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood the author; Marjane Satrapi talks about the Iranian Revolution and her perspective of the events that occurred her early ages from when she was ten to her teenage years. The book in general, revolves around on the different aspects of conflicts— including those conflicts occurred both individually or socially between good and good, as well as good and evil. The good, according to the Oxford dictionary is defined as “Possessing or displaying moral virtue,” whereas evil can be described as something or someone being “Profoundly immoral and wicked.” Although Satrapi may not accurately show the specific time and events of her own life of when she was a child, stilling learning and growing up, she shows her own beliefs and thoughts on the conflicts involving throughout in the Islamic Revolutions. As the general issues such as good between good and evil between good are portrayed endlessly and distinctively in the book Persepolis, in relation to the Islamic regime as well as the people comprising it, the way how Satrapi presents her viewpoints of these conflicts individually impacts the readers and their perception.

I received the news, that my mother had no chance to live and one doctor, placed his hand on my shoulder and sighed loudly with discomfort. He said,” she is not a candidate for any treatment.” I stormed into the ICU room, and held my mother’s hand; she glared at me, unconsciously. I couldn't help but hold back my emotions, so I could be strong for our family. As my eyes were helplessly filling up with tears, I couldn't help but to look around at the doctors and nurses working diligently, and doing the best they could for my mother. At the moment, I remembered the sacrifices that were made to help my mother and how saving lives was my calling from God. Thankfully, my mother survives but only at a twenty percent ejection

I sat there cold and motionless, not even the sun on that warm summer day could bring me to life. “There is nothing left to do. This is the end.” The words played continuously in my head like a broken record. I had to find the willpower to stand, walk back into the hospital, and say my final goodbye to my mom.

I watched as my family said goodbye as a I lay in my hospital bed, breathing raspily. I told them that I loved them. I tried to reach out for my mother’s hand, but was stopped by the short slack of all the tubes and wires connected to me. She comes closer so she can hold my hand, so she can comfort me in my last moments.

Persepolis is the story of the Iran’s revolution history as told by a young girl with big ambitions. Marjane’s story describes how she lived during the Islamic Revolution - an era full of historical events that began when she was merely nine years old. At that time, women were supposed to be submissive and obedient to their men, and to the government. The men would leave their homes to go and protest while women stayed at home and kept quiet. Eventually as Marjane’s story progressed, her father and mother went out together to protest against the Islamic revolution when they could no longer avoid involvement.

“It’s going to be fine,” that's all I hear from the lady sitting next to me as I am crying and looking out the window as the house I was first brought home to grows smaller and smaller. I turned around and cried not knowing what was going on and why I was being taken from my home. The lady next to me began to comfort me and held me close while I cried. I didn’t know her or the other people that were with her and I was scared. I had no idea where we were going and I had no idea where my brothers or sister were. We drove for about half an hour and then we pulled into a big parking lot and stopped. We all got out and they led me into a large building that smelled like winterfresh air fresheners. The sound of crying and laughing filled the air while kids and

Following the Iraqi bombing of the oil refinery in Abadan, a panel in Persepolis 1, on page eighty-nine, captures many Iranian families seeking refuge from the war by trying to flee northward, which Satrapi portrays with cars fleeing from the engulfing flames. The author depicts the Iranians’ cars absconding from the border cities with hopeful outlooks, however, the consuming flames overtake many of the cars, eliminating any chance of escape from the treacherous revolution. This panel contributes to the overall meaning behind this memoir since it represents the idea that no matter how hard one tries to flee the revolution, one cannot completely escape it. It foreshadows to the readers that even though the author, Marji Satrapi, eventually

When a person is in a difficult situation that requires incredible strength, there are those determined individuals who muster the courage to be strong and carry on. We especially see this courage from children who are affected by war, like Marji and Omovo. In Persepolis, a graphic novel, Marjane Satrapi tells her experiences of the Iranian war from her perspective as a child. She uses the convention of style to portray it, and how she does not know that her childish ways could get her in trouble. In In the Shadow of War, a short story, Ben Okri uses the convention of imagery to show what his experiences were as a child during the Biafran war, and how the mind of a child reacts to the terrible experiences that war brings. In Persepolis and In the Shadow of War, the authors use conventions to show the reality and reactions that children have when exposed to this horrible environment.