In 1976, I – Annabelle, a British woman – moved to Iran with my Iranian husband Ali.
We lived and worked in Tehran where we enjoyed a wide circle of cosmopolitan friends of many nationalities.
An inveterate snapper, I took a lot of photographs which provide an interesting record of a unique period – 1978-1979 – when a population mobilised into revolution. There are an especially large number of images of women who played a significant role in the political mobilization.
Forty years on, I hope these images serve as a reminder of how the Iranian Revolution happened and what an important process it was, with enormous impact inside the country and outside. These images might also help make Iranians seem a little more familiar to Western eyes
Ali and I lived with our daughter Sara in north Tehran, in walking distance of the Tajrish bazaar. We rented the top floor of an old house that had a lovely high-walled garden with old persimmon trees. The flat had a funny sitz bath, coloured lights around the living room ceiling and a big balcony that overlooked the garden.
Sometimes we drove down to Isfahan where Ali’s extensive family lived. I really enjoyed meals sitting around the sofre (the tablecloth) with three generations, eating the delicious food that Ali’s mother – Kuchek-begum, otherwise known as Mama-khanoom – had been preparing all day, her work including shopping, cleaning herbs, grinding sugar and cooking.