An Iranian asks, 'Where is heaven?'

I had just turned off Notting Hill Gate and was walking down the street to attend a meeting, when I heard a familiar sound—right out of my childhood days in Iran. It was a distant beating of a drum and voices of people chanting. I couldn't believe I was hearing this—in London of all places.

I rushed to the street from which the sound was coming, to see a huge procession of people in the middle of the road, beating their chests while chanting fervently. Most of the people were Iranians, in a procession two miles long, on their way to the local mosque.

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