A longtime correspondent for the New York Times, Nazila Fathi has also reported from Iran for TIME and Agence France Press. Her book, The Lonely War, One Woman’s Account of the Struggle for Modern Iran, was named the best non-fiction of 2014.
Fathi is the author of two children's books: My Name is Cyrus and
Avicenna: The Father of Modern Medicine. She is a mother of two teenagers and believes stories raise stronger kids.
She has been an associate at Harvard’s Belfer Center at the Kennedy School of Government and has held fellowships at the Shorenstein Center for Press and Politics and the Nieman Foundation at Harvard.
Fathi currently lives in Bethesda, Maryland.
The Lonely War: One Woman's Account for the Struggle of Modern Iran
Drawing on over two decades of reporting and extensive interviews with both ordinary Iranians and high-level officials before and since her departure, Fathi describes Iran's awakening alongside her own, revealing how moderates are steadily retaking the country.
My Name is Cyrus
Cyrus was the founder of the Persian Empire, the largest kingdom of the ancient world nearly 2,500 years ago. In a voice from the past, Cyrus explains who he was and why he is still called Cyrus the Great.
Avicenna: The Father of Modern Medicine
The young Avicenna survives a devastating fire that burns down his most beloved place, a library where he studied for three years. But the incident sets him on a course that would change the world of medicine.
The Exiled Heart
The officer took one look at the names in our passports and disappeared. Clenching my clammy hands into fists, I surveyed the vast marble expanse of Tehran’s Imam Khomeini International Airport. It was 2:00 a.m., and the departures hall was almost deserted. My eyes darted from door to door, looking for the undercover agents I knew must be coming for me, as they had come for so many others over the past few weeks. Beside me, my husband, Babak, nervously tapped his fingers on the counter. Our five-year-old son and three-and-a-half-year-old daughter sat in their twin stroller, awake and wide-eyed. Desperate to protect them from the worst, I bent down and, in my calmest voice, whispered, “I don’t want you to worry if I end up going to Canada alone.” They stared back at me in silence. It was better for them to think their mother was going to Canada than going to prison.
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