It was a winter afternoon in 1982 when my brother Omid and I went to the Shariati Bazaar with our mother and uncle, Mohammadnoor. Shariati Bazaar, which is still one of the oldest and most important commercial centers of Zahedan, was bustling with life that day. My mother bought us two toys: a green Mercedes-Benz car for me and a jet airplane for Omid. Our excitement was beyond description. We spent about an hour shopping before heading back home. By the time we reached the residential...