This is The Guardian.
Today, women riding motorbikes and dancing in the streets has the Iranian regime lost its power.
Sitting on that airplane, getting closer closer to Tehran,
I think that's when all the feelings started coming.
I was very nervous.
Earlier this year,
Iranian photojournalist Kiana Hayeri flew home to Iran for the first time in three years.
Her job is mandatory in Iran, and Kiana knew wearing it to go through arrivals was essential.
I wore the head scarf and the dress that I was wearing
as I left three years ago so I was wearing the same thing.
At the airport I was shocked.
My friend walked up to the checkpoint where traditionally we used to wear our hijab tighter and she was wearing nothing.
She was wearing no hijabs, she was wearing a shirt and pants.
My friend took me directly from the airport to the center of Tehran,
to this one specific street where a lot of young people go to hangout,
to go to cafes and restaurants, and she took me straight there.
And I was so overwhelmed with what I saw.
It felt surreal.
Because no one was wearing hijab, I could see belly button,
I could see very modern goals made up in the cafe.