Marjane Satrapi’s illustratable graphic novel probes the tragedy that affects the innocent citizens of Iran who have had nothing to do with the war that lasted for 8 years which managed to wreak havoc even in the minds of the juvenile youth to cope up with the post traumatic events circling around the ruthless takeovers of life brainwashed into engendering martyrs whose blood blossomed into red tulips of revolutionary Iran. What is more painful than to leave your parents and move as a third world hominid to any European country ,eviscerating your identity and ideals for a better life ?
Despite facing the barbarous brutality that comes off with you paying the price for wearing even light make up, not tying the veil properly to leave off few tufts of hair, listening to Nirvana,partying off and having drinks,not having the control to your body in matters of sex or absolutely anything,you still strive to lead a life as a survival instinct without sacrificing the ideals and the hopes that you fought for. When you have seen life taken away from you at no cost,you even learn to give life and stick with it. Just because some bearded man wouldn’t allow you to even rub on the pretext that men can’t resist the sight of butts moving,you can’t disown your rebellious side although people have been brutally executed for this deemed “amoral” act.

“We can only feel sorry for ourselves when our misfortunes are still supportable. Once this limit is crossed, the only way to bear the unbearable is to laugh at it.”
– Marjane Satrapi, The Complete Persepolis
And so follows the joke of the soldier whose body was split into thousand million pieces as a result of a grenade attack and was stitched back only to have his dick attached to the hip that disgusted the lady whom he married and was thus,doing the laughable rounds at the table which is infact, a caustic attempt at what a war can do to a man much at that level that inhumane acts become just a passable jest only to flee from ableism and to have imagined what your life would turn into if you were not deployed into the front end to have sought a five star hotel in the illusory paradise having to end up with disenchantment and disdain.
All is well that ends well ? Who knows if there are mere chances which would amount to a decent life everyone deserves or just chances splintered into the hopeless dreams of the abyss but,
“Life is too short to be lived badly”
-― Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return