She was a 23-year-old medical student, newly married and pregnant for the first time. When protests broke out to oust the Shah, she showed up for her community, a tightknit cluster of graduate students who were frustrated by his extravagance and tyranny. And, though she’d spent the ’70s in fashionable bell-bottoms and unveiled with a stylish haircut, she put on a chador to support her cohort again, this time for the demonstrations that threw open Iran’s doors to the corrupt, murderous Islamic Republic.