After Maghreb: The Spatial Politics of Grief in Wartime Tehran

This spring came earlier than usual, and more insistently. The sky over Tehran was an unlikely shade of blue; rain fell when it wasn't expected, and the air carried the petrichor that makes the city briefly feel like somewhere else, somewhere gentler. The kind of spring, one could not help but think, was too beautiful for anyone walking under it to be carrying grief. But many Iranians were. Figure…