Today is the father's day in Iran, and I miss my father more than ever. As long as I remember, he was a happy, peaceful soul and I know that he is also in peace now. This is one of the poems that he loved the most and I believed he lived his life based on it:
asayeshe do giti tafsire een do harf ast
ba doostan morovat, ba doshmanan modara
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