FATHER

Shahireh joon Wow,It was a

Shahireh joon

Wow,It was a beautiful and lovely pictures.
Your poem is so touching which made me cry and realize life and time is too short,i have to appreciate life with my dad.

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xx

Shadi jan

Thank you for allowing youself to share the feeling with me & to take up the mood of the piece.

I read and I cried. And yet

I read and I cried. And yet again.
How beautiful. Rooheshoon shad.

baz ham tashakor

Nina (thanks for your kind comment)

Tahirih (thanks for the beautiful words; I read them a few times)

May God bless his soul....

Shahireh Jan you said: ای کاش وقتی داشتمت بیشتر نگاهت میکردم و مشتاقانه تر به سخنانت گوش فرا میدادم.

Be assured that he can hear you and you will be reunited with him when the time comes.Just meditate and think of him in silence your soul will tell you what he wants you to know.
I believe this:

""O SON OF THE SUPREME! I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee its splendor. Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?""

Death ,the tender messenger of joy,opens the door to eternal life in all the worlds of God.

With the wish of inner peace for you,
Tahirih

So very touching and beautiful.

So very touching and beautiful.
May he rest in peace with all the love you and yours have for him.

thanks

Majid

Mona 19

n.zanincanadai (thanks for the very powerful poem that you’ve attached)

nazy Kaviani

farrad02

Feshangi

ramintork

Kaamraan (please accept my condolences, roheshoon shaad)

Amir R

NeghNeghoo

Thanks to each & every one of you for your kind and comforting words.

به یاد پدر

عکس هایت پرازنوروزاست
دلت پرازنوروزباد

What the caterpillar calls

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, mother nature calls a Butterfly!
Your father lives through your good memories of him.

Ravanash shaad baad!
Amir R.

My Condolences

Dear Shahireh, 

Just a few minutes ago, I got this message from the Iranian.com anouncing your piece. The message prompted me, as a person who lost a dear father not too long ago (March 15 to be exact,) to come here to say a few words to you.

I understand, and sympathize with, your grief. Mind you, though, that they're in a much better place. This one's not all that. Peace.

Kaamraan

Very touching

At the end we become the love that echoes from the heart of others.

Thank You.

Very beautiful and touching indeed. Jaye oo khaali va Roohash shaad. 

Feshangi

آفرین از یادبودی به این زیبایی

روحش شاد باد!

A poignant tribute

Gorgeous and poignant, Shahireh Jan. Thank you for sharing your sight and your heart with us. I miss my parents around this time of the year, too. I wish you a year filled with joy and fresh opportunities to make new memories, just as your father helped you make throughout his life.

I had a father who talked with me

I had a father who talked with me -

Allowed me the right to disagree,

To question - and always answered me,

As well as he could - and truthfully.

He talked of adventures; horrors of war;

Of life, its meaning; what love was for;

How each would always need to strive

To improve the world, to keep it alive.

Stressed the duty we owe one another

To be aware each man is a brother.

Words for laughter he also spoke,

A silly song or a happy joke.

Time runs along, some say I'm wise,

That I look at my life with seeing eyes.

My heart is happy, my mind is free,

I had a father who talked with me.

By Anonymous - copied out of LA Times Father's Day 2001

RIP Baba joon. See you soon.

روحش شاد

Dear Shahireh Sharif...

Our Loved ones has behind a thousand memories that will live in our hearts forever...Memories keep the one we loved closed to us in Spirit and Thought and always in our heart where we can find comfort in the treasured thoughts of those we hold dear...I'm sorry for your loss, and may he rest in peace.

Respectfully,Mona

So nice

Very touching and beautiful pictures.

I'm sure he's in peace knowing some one misses him like you do.

 ای کاش وقتی داشتمت بیشتر نگاهت میکردم و مشتاقانه تر به سخنانت گوش فرا میدادم.

I'm speechless.