In 1979 my mother had to cross the border from Austria to Germany or Switzerland to place a long-distance call to her parents in Iran. A revolution had broken out and she wanted to know how and where they were. Things were going crazy. There was mayhem. And in my mother's stomach I lay, feeling the anxiety of an unsure future.

30 years later and my son is born. He is barely 6 months old and yet he has to share my attention with Twitter, Facebook and CNN because once again, a revolution is breaking out in Iran. In the short term, who knows what will come out of the commotion that was born on Saturday? In the long term, however, we all know that Iran will never be the same again.

The world is hearing a nation wailing for change. Whatever happened on Saturday, it opened a pandora's box of emotions and energy. But above and beyond the noise and the violence, I hope that Iranians will find the love and peace they seek. And my prayer is that they find it with as little bloodshed as possible. Sustainable change takes hard work, and a lot of love and patience.

Maybe my son, Jonah Caspian, can be a participant in that great nation's future.

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