"Har cheh saay ast man andar talabash benmoodam, onghadar hast keh taghdire ghaza natvan kard"

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Originally uploaded by roya parsay.

Here is a man I admired and his wife did all she could to save him. He was a pilot in Air force of Iran . If you click on the picture and then click on all sizes + to elrage it and read the poem his wife chose from Rumi in his Memorial services. He died like a lot of good people of cancer, dont ask me when cause I dont even know the exact date my parents died,I just know good people go sooner than later. I witnessed when he was struggling to learn how to play violin and atlast he got it! At his age ,after the revolution in Iran, he tried so many new things and crafts..... I never forget that his wife did so much research on cancer and brought some orange colored fruits and vegetable for my mother when my mother had cancer. There is a lot of other stories behind this but he was one of those people who made me feel good and he always said that he liked me , as I liked him, same way I felt with Mr. Mehrpour, ( who by chance was a good violin player also!) , an honest brothely, fatherly Love. I miss him playing Violin, giving me advices and loving his wife and children. His only wish was to fly over the sky of Iran one more time, but this regime in Iran has broken so many hearts.. He loved IRAN, his homeland like the rest of us , and he belonged to no group or political organization. He simply LOVED Iran . "Dardist ghiere mordan kan dard ra dava nist..." . May peace be upon him.