Cindy Adams looks back on her horrifying brush with terrorism during the Iranian revolution

While my experience does not mirror today’s horror of Israeli hostages being taken, it triggered my own terrifying time. And why I’m with the New York Post.

I knew the shah. When his majesty came here I was in his company. When visiting Iran, I was received in Saadabad Palace.

Now, as far as my memory can take me:

August 1978. Tehran. Shah Reza Pahlavi’s twin sister HRH Princess Ashraf invites me to her quiet upcountry hotel in Isfahan.

While there, come sudden messages, madness, couriers, telexes, hysteria, calls. An uprising. Riots. A cinema set afire. Hundreds killed. Cars destroyed. Crowds surging. Ayatollah Khomeini’s name shouted. An uprising.

Someone packed me up. Midnight, alone, I’m whisked into a black car. At one point our car was shaken. Rocked side to side.