MacKay  http://www.homecomingdresswe.com/ready-to-wear-dresses-11-1.html , a former Miss World Canada and, most importantly, a dedicated human rights activist and first time author with a gripping story to tell.Her new book, The Tale of Two Nazanins, is a made for Hollywood story without the Hollywood ending.Nazanin Fatehi is Iranian, a Kurd, and poor and brutalized by the men around her.Her father, brother, half-brothers, all beat her, spit on her, treat her as worthless, as a woman without rights marooned in the patriarchal dungeon too many Iranian women know well.A family friend rapes her.Another young man attempts to and dies at the point of a knife his would-be victim pushes into his chest.Fatehi was 17, and sentenced to death for the crime of defending herself from an injustice.It is a wrong that became urgently real for Nazanin Afshin-Jam on a February night in Vancouver in 2006 when an email message popped up on her computer asking for her help.Iran's tragedy shaped her own family.She was only an infant when they fled Tehran in 1979 after the Islamic revolution, and only a little girl of seven-or-eight when she asked her father about the scars on his back.A former hotel manager, Afshin Afshin-Jam was tortured and sentenced to death for allowing women and men to mix freely, for serving alcohol, for playing music, for simply doing his job.RelatedPhotos: Peter MacKay and his new wife, Nazanin Afshin-Jam, celebrate Canadian soldiersNazanin Afshin-Jam: A model of achievementPeter MacKay marries former Miss World Canada Nazanin Afshin-JamThe Canadian Nazanin responded to the message on her screen by launching a campaign to free the Iranian Nazanin.and her profile as an international beauty queen, she started banging on doors of influential people.In Europe  http://www.homecomingdresswe.com/formal-dresses-12-1.html , in Canada and at the United Nations, where she would hand deliver a petition with 350,000 signatures demanding Ms.Logistical roadblocks, threatening emails and phone calls from men with Middle Eastern accents telling her to drop the campaign, or else, and the blackened heart of the Iranian regime were arrayed against her.But she kept pushing.Kept generating publicity for the young woman's case until the prison doors abruptly creaked open and Nazanin Fatehi walked free in Jan.I thought this is good, I thought now we are going to be able to help her start her new life, to go to school, to become a lawyer like she wanted.Then when she went missing it was heartbreaking.That mystery is with me everyday.I think about her all the time.In our last conversation she said she had met a man.Maybe this girl who went through so much trauma met a man she loved, married and escaped with him.But no one in Iran knows where she is.That's where the dark part of my imagination takes over.If I had written this book years ago it could have ended with a happily ever after and it doesn't, and I guess that speaks to the human rights problems that persist in Iran.The 33-year-old activist believes change is coming, that the mullahs will fall, eventually.The vast majority wants change.It is fate, perhaps, which is something Ms.Afshin-Jam believes in and something that, had it taken a slightly different twist in her teenage years could have deposited the future Mrs.Peter MacKay at the gates of a convent.If you gave yourself fully to God you could concentrate on helping others and not be distracted by a husband and children.before stepping outside for a cigarette.Jaleh, the artist responsible for the pearl and coral necklace with a gold-brushed maple leaf that her daughter wore to our lunch, wanted grandchildren.It is a theme she revisited five minutes after Nazanin's marriage ceremony to the Canadian defence minister and again five minutes before she boarded a flight from Ottawa to Toronto on Wednesday morning wearing the red dress and matching red pumps.I talk to my mother every day and she is always asking me, where are the grandkids?We want to start trying soon.God willing, we'd have at least to two kids and hopefully up to four.If it was a perfect world with nothing bad in it we'd have 11 kids.democratic reform to push for in Iran, a not-for-profit she founded, Stop Child Executions  http://www.homecomingdresswe.com/little-party-dress-10-1.html , to run and emails to answer that often keep her working until 3 a.It is like bad medicine.I got to get out of there.I am driven to accomplish things.The woman in red gets up to leave.She has another meeting scheduled.There is so much to do.Mark Lanegan concert review: Live in Toronto at the Mod ClubMark Lanegan sounds perfect.are all fine and accurate, but they re nothing Tom Waits hasn t heard before.Where Waits has morphed into a bleating cartoon villain on his (very fun) late-era albums, though, Lanegan has grown cooler and meaner.His newest album, 2012 s Blues Funeral, is as dark as anything he s done over the last 20-plus years, and while he sounds as pained and weathered as ever, there s also a certain confidence present in his voice that might not have always been there.Lanegan s music is not hopeful; the most inspirational thing about it is the fact that he s still around to make it.He acts like he sounds.During Tuesday night s show at Toronto s Mod Club, Lanegan stood in the centre of the low-lit stage, band around him, dressed in black, rocking in place and not making any more eye contact than absolutely necessary.He thanked the crowd after Resurrection Song (off 2001 s Field Songs), the sixth of the evening s 20 songs, and introduced the members of his band at one point.Occasionally after a song, he d purse his lips and roll his rotator cuff like he d just thrown a no-chance strikeout.I think he towelled his face off once.Other than those manic outbursts, he was a gargoyle, filling the packed room with his deep and solemn moans, giving no s ts whatsoever.The setlist spanned much of his career, going back as far as 1994 s Whiskey For The Holy Ghost and including a few Screaming Trees songs for good measure.He devoted plenty of time to Blues Funeral, though, an album that is less reliant on the lonesome dirges of records past and come.