My
father was a saint, not by any official measures; officially, he was a
judge of judges (Ghazi-al-Ghozat) for many years and during his long career in law and held several
positions including attorney, judge,
professor, legal counsel, cross ministerial posts, and so on. He was
offered to be a minister of justice under the Shah but he refused it
because he did not want to have a political post. He was completely
a-political. The list of his positions is long.
He was a man who
respected human values of freedom justice equality and so on, and he
was compassionate towards all people, regardless of their race,
nationality, religion, etc.
He
was born on the birthday of the revered Imam Ali, and he also died on
the birthday of Imam Ali (according to the Lunar calendar, 13 Rajab).
His mother wanted to name him Houshang but since his birthday was on
this holy day she prefixed Houshang with Amir (for Imam Ali's title,
Amir-al-mo'menin), thus, Amirhoushang. His burial was also on 13 Rajab.
In Farsi burial is called "khak-separi" which means, entrusting to the
earth. His 7th was on a Thursday (shabe-jomee), considered a holy night.
The
day of his burial, the 40 degree heat of Tehran dropped by 8 degrees on
that one day, and went back to blazing heat the next day. Dad was an
angel and had a truly angelic life. I recall so many times on so many
occasions hearing people calling him an angel, a saint, an
extraordinary person, a “ghazi-al-ghozat”, the judge-of-judges, which
he was, and a couple of his close friends even called him "ayatollah"
(which he wasn't) to refer to his goodness. Many called him Dr.
Ganjavi, though he did not have a doctorate and never claimed to, but I
guess he had an honorary doctorate in the hearts of many people.
Over
a 100 people attended his burial which is usually attended by close
friends. Some days later, hundreds attended his memorial at the Musk of
Imam Reza in Tehran.
He was not a man of ceremonies and wished
there to be no ceremony but the absolute essential after he dies, but
in Persian culture and given how popular he was among so many people,
keeping the events small was impossible.
Memorials in Tehran are
common and many are not attended by many, and many are attended to
impress the survivors, and people show up and soon leave. For dad’s
memorial, most people stayed the whole time and people came for him,
not to impress us, and people we least expected to see. His reach of
kindness and humanity went a long way. There were so much flowers that
we had to give many away. The house is full of highly precious and big
bouquets sent by many (one estimate at $10,000).
Due to an
illness I was not able to fly to Tehran for the ceremonies,
unfortunately, or fortunately. Many emailed and called to express their
condolences to me, and while I appreciate it all, I was and am in a
state of deep quietness and prefer this state, a meditative,
contemplative mood, than the hustle and bustle that’s going on in
Tehran with non-stop visitors day and night every day. But I would
surely have gone if my sinuses hadn’t acted up – I had a sinus
infection and couldn’t breath in Switzerland’s clean air – doctor
advised against flying – and Tehran’s very hot, very dry, and extremely
polluted air might have sent me straight to the hospital.
Dad
was born to a widow who had 2 daughters from her late husband and
married my dad’s father only to see the chap take off after she was
pregnant. She raised dad and her two daughters as a single mother, did
not remarry though she had many proposals having been beautiful and
from a very well respected family.
She is a story of her own.
She played musical instruments at a time when not only music was a
taboo but for a woman to play music was un heard of. Her children also
played music though none of them pursued it seriously.
I nick named her Manna in my baby tongue mimicking my cousins who called her “madar jaan” (dear mother).
Manna died at the age of 96. Her mind was razor sharp till the end.
Both
dad and Mann were highly spiritual. They both went to Mecca several
times and this happened before the Iranian Revolution of 1979. Many
became outwardly religious to go along the theme of the time, but my
family were/are religious not out of fashion but authentically.
Yet, they were never fanatics and have a very liberal, open-minded,
practical interpretation of Islam, in which being a good Moslem is
about being a good, kind person, to help others, to not hurt others, to
be correct, not to steal, not to cheat, not to lie, respect others’
beliefs, and other good positive values that Islam and every religion
promotes. I never heard them say or hint at any fanatic values such as
“my way is the best way”, “if you don’t go my way, you’re going to
hell”, and so on.
Dad had many friends of different faiths. Some
of his best and oldest friends were Armenians. Every year he would
write Christmas cards to Christian friends, in the UK, Austria, US, etc.
Dad
traveled the world over. Since he was young, he traveled regularly,
alone, with friends, on tours, and has seen many countries and
continents. We give each other the title of Marco Polo. He used to
speak very good English but it got weaker the less he used it. Still,
until his last days he would chat in English on the phone with my
friend.
Dad and I travelled quiet a bit together. Our recent
trips include travels to Portugal, Sweden, Switzerland, USA (Seattle,
Boston, New York, Los Angeles, etc.), as well as some domestic travel,
e.g. to Kish & Caspian.
Humor was perhaps one of his most
distinguishing aspect. He had a great sense of humor, and often joked
in daily life, with people he loved, and these were all an expression
of love and the joy he felt. What else can I say?
Dr. Bahadori,
his physicians and dear friend, sat next to his body as they took him
to the graveyard. He said he wants to look after him there too. A
special appreciation was expressed by us, for him, at the memorial, and
we are eternally thankful for being there for dad, always. They were
like each others’ brothers.
Dr. Taghibeygi, another dear friend
who was also dad’s dentist, traveled with him many times to the Caspian
sea. They considered each other like brothers. Mr. Akhlaghi, lawyer,
scholar, author, was another dear old friend who took dad many times to
his villa at the Caspian Sea. Dad loved the Caspian and would
re-energize himself away from Tehran’s filthy unbearable air. He called
it “oxygen-giri” (getting oxygen). He enjoyed riding the bicycle when
he was at the Caspian.
Dad exercized regularly till the last
day. He would stretch, walk, and so on, earlier on in the park, and
lately in our backyard. In his younger days he was a volleyball and
basketball champion. Recently we found his basketball 1st place
championship certificate (posted on Click here to see pictures of my
beloved father, Mr. Amirhoushang Ganjavi
Amu Yadi, another one
of his old friends said he was loved by millions, he said his birth,
life, and even death, were legends. I did not call many to tell them
about dad’s death but I called him as they were very close, and he
broke down, could not speak any more.
He had many close friends,
such as Mr. Musavi, his old and trusted friend who was like his
brother, and Dr. Khosro Faterioun, a great judge, scholar, and a great
man.
Dad had no full brothers or sisters. He had five
half-brothers and three half-sisters. Among the living, dad was the
closest with Dr. Yusef Ganjavi who is in the UK and was the head of
Iran’s National Gas Company before the Revolution, and Dr. Ozhand
Ganjavi who is a professor in Canada.
Jahangir Mehrkast, my
cousin, was like dad’s personal care taker – we are eternally thankful
to him for all his kindness. Abbas Hafezi, my cousin, worked very hard
for the memorial, etc., said despite the large numbers, the impressing
thing was the quality of the people who came – him and a a few others
and elders were at the door to greet visitors. Mr. Mohamad Nasab was an
old trusted friend of dad who was his office manager at the court,
identified the visitors as the highest of judges and respected
characters. Even a member of the Guardian Council who was a student of
dad was there. Most were reported to have been wearing a tie.
Dad
delighted going to a memorial service and seeing many wearing a tie. He
liked ties, but after the Revolution ties were considered a symbol of
West by the rulers. Still him and most of his friends, wore ties to
social events.
After the Revolution, wearing a beard was
promoted. Dad was even asked at work to wear it, but he refused. He
said, “I’ve been to Mecca 3 times before the Revolution, I am not a new
Muslim and don’t need facial hair to show my spirituality.” At most he
shaved at night so the next day he goes to work, he’s not cleanly
shaved – but you’d see him often clean-shaved, and at most with a 1 day
old stubble and never a thicker one.
Dr. Shirin Ebadi, the Noble
prize winner was also a student of dad and she called him “ostad”
(master) when she would see him and greet him with high respect. Dad
recalls that she was his best student and got excellent grades and her
papers were impeccable.
His career was stellar. He held many key
positions within the Ministry of Justice and many very powerful
positions. I asked him not long ago to list positions, so he did, in
his incredibly beautiful handwriting despite the stroke that reduced
his ability to use his right hand fully.
For many years dad was
the head of the first branch of the High Criminal Court of the capital.
This was perhaps one of his hardest jobs as he had to deal with some
heavy criminals, get threats, make very tough decisions, and be under
tremendous pressure from special interest, including embassies, and
even his own boss. In every case, he made independent decisions based
on what he saw was right, and the right people eventually came to
realize this and respect him for it.
He was offered the post of
Minister of Justice before the Revolution but he turned it down because
that would have been a political position and he always wanted to
remain a-political.
When the Revolution happened, dad was a
Supreme Court judge and most of the judges in the Supreme Court were
laid off but they had to keep some who knew the job, and dad was well
known for being very competent in what he did, and he had no political
background and had an impeccable reputation. He remained on the job as
a result, and continued working and was later promoted to a court where
they judge other judges and take cases of complaints against judges,
and handle promotions and demotions.
After retiring a few years
ago he easily got a license to practice law as a lawyer due to the high
respect the Bar had for him, though he never actually took on any cases
for money or stood in front of any judges which he felt would be kind
of a joke – having been their big boss, and now going in front of them
as a lawyer.
Dad was very courage. I was impressed several times
in seeing how he handled situations with amazing confidence,
gentleness, firmness, and courage.
Having been in such high
positions he could have made millions if he wanted to but he was
content at his civil worker salary and never accepted any bribes though
he was offered them so many times, and not small ones. He did some
consulting work from time to time which supplemented his income.
He
had so many amazing real-life stories, about his travels, and also
about the many amazing legal cases that had come to his desk, some
spanning over 20 years.
The lesson for us was always: don’t take on a career in law; and avoid going to court whenever possible.
Dad
was very orderly. He despised chaos and disorder. His desk and closets
and room and papers were very orderly. He liked photocopies and took
more than one photocopies of key documents as contingency. His moto was
"don't leave today's work for tomorrow". He delighted at "paak-sazi",
meaning getting rid of excess papers, etc.
Dad was very smart
and would capture the full idea from the first letter. When it came to
reading people he had an amazing ability to see through people. He
recalls a recurring criminal who was busted and brought to dad's court.
The guy said, oh, no, not Ganjavi, he's one judge I can't lie to :)
On
another account several people said that criminals would pray that they
would end up in dad's court because he was known to be compassionate
and fair.
Dad had a keen interest in alternative energy and
followed developments in green technology. Together, we visited Beacon
Power's plant a few years ago.
Dad was very personable and had
an amazing ability to quickly befriend strangers. It came from his ease
of being with himself, his lack of fear, and most importantly, his
affection and compassion.
One year in Switzerland he attended a
gathering with me for a couple of meetings and many people were so
impressed with him and some ladies came up afterwards, and some much
later on, saying your dad is a saint.
We had an incredible
morphic connection. At times we dreamed the same dream at the same time
even when we were thousands of miles apart. My father and I were one.
Now
his body is gone, and I remain quiet. What he’s taught me, all that
incredible amount of selfless love he gave me and our family, was so
tender, so beautiful that it brings a tear of beauty. Not having been
among the circus in Tehran last few days, I have not cried much, but
the times that tears came, they were never from sorrow, but everytime,
from beauty, of seeing what a beautiful person he was, and what a
beautiful life he led, and how beautifully he died.
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I have always said that mom was instrumental in allowing dad to reach such heights.
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I
feel it is disrespectful to his legacy to have sorrow over his death.
He was not a man of sorrow. He did not have a trace of pity, self-pity,
or other small-minded matters that occupies so many minds. He was an
artist in the art of living. He took good care of his body, lived an
orderly life, was an absolute light to his own mind, was compassionate
and helped his fellow human beings.
Ever since I remember our
telephone has always rang by people asking dad for help. If he charged
a penny for each unit of his time he spent consoling people, giving
them free advice, etc., he'd make millions, but he did not charge for
his services.
He helped those whom he felt their rights were
being violated, that they're being oppressed. He never helped those he
didn't truly felt they were right. He did not approve of attorneys who
would take on cases of guilty parties, criminals, drug smugglers, etc.
-- some of his friends did that and made millions. He always fought on
the side of the good.
He died shortly after my sister took her
kids from California to visit him in Tehran. He was absolutely
delighted and thanked her so deeply for making this great effort. He
gave her an envelope with 500,000 tomans of fresh 50,000 "bills" and
offered to pay all her expenses. He already told me he wanted to pay
for their ticket. He was up late the night before when they arrived. He
saw the kids, then slept again and got up and had breakfast with them,
and in the afternoon played with the kids. He told my sister all his
wishes have come true, that he has no further desires in life. A couple
of days before he had told Neda that when he dies he wants to die in
his sleep - to sleep and not wake up. That afternoon he took his normal
siesta and never woke up. They say his face was like an angel - that he
was.
For sister's coming, mom had the house cleaned impeccably
and shopped massive amounts. The days that followed massive numbers of
people came - and there was enough food and fruits, etc. to serve them
all. I had tentative plans to go there so the family could be together
for the first time since the 1979 Revolution took us apart. 'Tentative'
is the key word because as good of an idea it was, it did not seem that
it would materialize, for some reason, and now we know why.
I am
sure if I had gone there, taken him to the Caspian sea where he could
get a break from the poisons of Tehran's disgusting air, gotten him to
walk more, gave him massages, he would have lived longer, but that is a
thought, and since it is speculatively theoretical, it is of no value.
I tried to go as much as I could. He sometimes preferred me not to go
when there were disruptions in the society. We talked regularly on the
phone. He would say the good news would energize him. In fact this was
a motivating factor in my life which is no longer there. I always
looked forward to giving dad good news of progress, or even news of
everything being alright, for him would be good. He said he wanted
nothing more than for our well-being.He said when I hear you are fine I
become fine.
How often do you meet, how many people do you know,
that want so much goodness for you and nothing more than that, and
don't expect a trace of compensation? Another tear of beauty flows. My
aunts, his two sisters who are not alive, were like that too - just an
incredible amount of love. And their mother, Manna, was totally
selfless.
I live and lived with death - and so did he - he was
so practical - he spoke freely about death as a natural process,
without it being a taboo as it is with so many people who try to avoid
the subject - I lived with the idea of him being gone one day, and he
did too. I did not depend on him. He was not my anchor. As a
philosopher once said, if one is not anchored in God, one goes to
pieces. He was just a friend, a very beloved friend, a very beautiful
friend, a friend who only wanted to give, to give joy, love, wisdom,
money, everything that he had, and he's just not there any more,
finished, gone, in the form I knew him, but all that he gave, all that
he was, is still there, it's still here. His home is no longer in the
heart of that big polluted city, but right here in my heart, for as
long as I'm alive, and in the hearts of all those whose hearts he
touched.
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Dad loved children. And children
loved him. He befriended them so quickly. I can really relate to this
because I can also connect with children very easily -- it's really
funny -- you look at each other and sometimes I feel the kid thinks
he's looking at another kid -- but just a bigger one :)
When we
were young, going out to Damavand or other places outside Tehran, when
Tehran was still not so huge and polluted, driving home at night, dad
would sing -- one of his favorites and our favorites which we asked him
to sing was "Mahtab" by Vigen - he had a beautiful voice. Mom used to
sing too -- I still have her soothing lullabies in my ear.
I have known people who have claimed that dad had saved their lives and many whom he rescued from very difficult situations.
He
was my greatest teacher -- by the things he said and more importantly,
by the way he lived. His gentleness stands out as perhaps his greatest
quality -- he was truly a Gentleman.
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Dad loved Gstaad -- this charming Swiss village. He befriended the
housekeeper and joked later if I could arrange for Hans's widowed
mother to would marry him, he could live in Gstaad happily ever after :)
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Dad was incredibly grateful if someone did something for him. In our
trips to Sweden and Seattle, two very good friends hosted us, Marjon in
Sweden and Kamiar in Seattle. Dad called them several times,
remembering their love and hospitality. Anway, both of them are like
his own kids. Kamiar, was my guardian when I went to the US, and his
dad, the great army General, Sepahbod Karimi was a good family friend
of ours. Bless his soul, he was a man of dignity, integrity, and honor,
and I loved him dearly. He died shortly after the Revolution (age 71 in
1980 when Kamiar was 21) but Kamir was like my dad's son and he loved
dad like his father as well, and we two are like brothers.
- One
of the things I was always critical of dad about was his almost blind
faith in doctors. I told him the story of Albion who was in his 90's
and he said if he had to listen to doctors they would have killed him
20 years ago. Dad did die too young.
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- I
never depended on him as I try not to depend on anyone or anything. One
is not more one so I can not say I am more alone. But I feel a physical
connection to the great cosmic energy, the cause (dad) and the cause of
the cause (Manna) of my physical presence here are gone. Dad was a
great, special, and unique individual -- the kind that do not cross
this planet that often.
- He didn't like being needy. We are
thankful he didn't become disabled or needy because he always preferred
to go than to be in a bed in need of special care all the time. That
day, he slept in the afternoon like any other day. And never woke up.
Manna used to say "Death is closer than a blink".
- Even dead, he had a smile on his face, and looked content, like an angel.
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He thanked Shadi many times for having brought the kids so he could see
them. That all his dreams have come true. He had no anxiety or
unfulfilled desires. He died a happy person.
- That morning
Shadi called that dad is doing really well, even better than when he
was in the US. That afternoon she called that he's gone.
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He left in peace, he left in sleep, his heart gradually stopped (doctor
said it's the best way to die), before he goes he said all his wishes
have come true. I don't know if he knew that he'll never wake up -
probably not, but as great as he was, it did not matter because he
lived fully, with dignity, with a joy which was always the light in his
mind, or a mind which was always the light of joy. His friend said
people like him are rare.
- To say he died is such a silly
phrase. He did not die. The body that embodied that greatness died. His
love and greatness, his values, rationality, goodwill, harmlessness,
innocence, utter fearlessness, positive attitude, lack of suspicion,
deep insight, contentedness, competence, are qualities that live on and
contribute to the wellness of humanity. He did not contribute to
sorrow, anxiety, fear, craving, and misery which so many people all
over the world are caught in.
- Mom went to see some
administrative head. He turned out to have known dad by having been a
defendant in a case which was in dad’s court when dad was the head of
the first branch of criminal courts in Central district. He recalled
that dad set him free with one line. “He wasn’t an ordinary person –
one has to say prayers standing behind him.”
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My father, Mr. AmirHoushag Ganjavi was a great man whose legacy lives
on in the hearts and lives of those who were touched by his love
(mohabat), generosity, grace, loyalty (vafaa), gratefulness
(ghadr-dani), humility (metaanat), fariness (ensaaf, edaalat), love
(mohabat), wisdom (basirat, zekavat).
- I recall certain scenes
vividly. In our first house (pre-age 7), in the backyard at starry
nights or other times, our favorite was he plucked by lips like a
mouth-harp and pim pim panbeh, shangoole man zi panbeh - to the tune of
cotton beaters... Him coming home from work for a 2 pm lunch in summer
and wearing his sleeveless under shirt and we played with him - and
even rode on his back at times. Memories are a lot but my aim is not to
travel down memory lane.
- One of our great hobbies was whenever
a ghasedak would come in the air, he would catch it, together we would
tell it a wish and puff it away, trust it back to the hands of the
breeze which had brought it (this was prior to age 7). It was so
beautiful. The memory of it is so vivid. His joy so vivid. Our sharing
so vivid that even with these teary eyes I can see them clearly. I
don't know what I'm crying. I don't need to know. It's out of love.
That same love we shared as we sent the ghasedak away. The same smile
which taught my heart how to love. The same seed that grows as the tree
of love.
- With dad’s death, I’ve completely lost interest in
following news related to Iran. Both him and I followed Iran's news
closely. Now I have no motivation for that, though I still click -- but
no tolerance for much more than a second or two of news.
Dad
delighted at a clean, tidy haircut. He didn't like the undershirt (or
t-shirt) showing through the neck of a dress shirt. Overall, he
emphasized a well groomed and well-dressed look. --------------- - 7/8/2010 8:29 AM suddenly dad was there I said: pedar pedare azizo khoobam I knew you’d come back (like dreams of the lost treasure – but with the difference that I knew his death would come) He looked beautiful as ever Dignified and erect as ever I went to hug him He was not there – was not touchable – kind of vanished from my arms. And went on straight Unemotional But beautiful and calm as ever Good and angelic as ever A body of light that he always was Content and happy
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Whenever
I went to Tehran his face would light up with delight. Manna (his
mother) told me he has nobody, but me. She knew it. He had many
friends, many fans, and admirers, and when working, "flies around the
sweet" who did not matter to him. He was ultimately alone. Truly alone
in the most philosophical and spiritual sense, being all-one. Specially
as he got older he spent a lot of time alone. He was never lonely or
bored although he didn't have much of a creative hobby. He liked
reading books and did so every day. He liked historical non-fiction, as
well as fiction and thriller and everything else that would interest
him. He had an excellent grasp of history and political history of Iran
and Western Civilization.
He didn't have much of other hobbies.
He would exercize regularly and watch special television programs. For
a while he would play cards with himself. His humility and lack of
demand on life was incredible. He had no tolerance for fanatics and
fanatic discussions on television or elsewhere. There was not a trace
of fanaticism in his cells.
One of our friends who was a bank
branch manager near our house used to say, your father is of a
generation, or a class, of a type which is very unique and this country
would never see such men again. I agree with him. Him and a few of his
close friends who are old and fragile represent Iran at the height of
the Persian Civilization, in terms of morality, values, grace, "class",
gentleness, reason, affection, fairness, nobility; the nobility which
is not of material wealth but of richness of human values, humility and
humanity, to the utmost. The kind that perhaps manifested itself 2500
years ago in the Cyrus The Great and the kind of person he reportedly
was. Such persons come to earth rarely and often the people closest to
them understand them the least. That was also the case with dad. But I
understood him and there was no doubt in my mind, ever, about what he
was about.
I was trying to get him to write but his treasure
chest was too rich to write -- he wrote it by how he lived, how he
loved, and how he died.
He wrote a lot during his legal career.
He would bring cases at home and study them at night and some were very
difficult to judge, so perhaps he wasn't so motivated to write more. He
had a beautiful handwriting, the most elegant and graceful I've ever
seen.
As a judge, he was very conscientious. I can confidently
say he never made a ruling against what deep inside his heart he
considered to be true, regardless of how many phone calls and referrals
and recommendations he got, no matter from whom. This was one factor in
his ability to be thoroughly calm, happy, and have that confidence of
truth, confidence of innocence, confidence of having acted correctly.
Of course, a difficult case can really wear a good judge down.
He
used to say a construction worker comes home, he is physically tired.
But certain jobs are not like that and the mental and moral issues can
keep one tired...
Last couple of times I went to Tehran, he paid
for everything (my flight was free anyway) including my dentist (I
wouldn't let him pay for my shopping).
He was very happy
whenever I went to Tehran. Now he's here in my heart. I kiss him in my
heart. This tear can not be perpetuated by thought. I do not suppress
sorrow, I uproot it. Tears perpetuated by thought as sorrow are
disintegrating. Tears of love are cleansing.
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If you love someone so completely, when they die, there is no [reason]
to cry. Sometimes some cry when they don't love completely, don't live
with death while alive. - Dad was a realist, had a very direct and fearless approach to what-is.
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They've
been friends for over 60 years - all about the same age - and they are
all among the noblest of people. We did some interviews.
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He
is in the hearts of his incredibly adorable, sensitive, beautiful,
strong, wise, angelic, joyful grandkids, though he is not here in body
to see them run around and live so full of life.
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I
absolutely do not feel he's dead. I feel his presence. Not as an
illusion of fantasy or a mind-made matter. It's not him. It's him as
part of universal goodness. I feel quiet and connected. And it seems there is a helping hand and everything is going smoothly.
Talked
to two in the bus about problem of smoking. One played violin and
understood smoking is like taking the violin tuners and putting it out
of tune.
Wrote a lot more but will add later.
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Every
morning on the way to work dad would recite prayers -- he had his own
way -- and in it, he would send / call for protective energy for his
loved ones, the house. etc. -- every day I received prayers from him.
My aunts and grandmother also prayed for me every day. I am grateful to
Mrs. Salehi, Nader's mother, who has said she includes one in her daily
prayers, which I very much appreciate.
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Dad
had an amazing ability to befriend people. This ability, I believe, was
due to his inner clarity, inner happiness, inner goodness, compassion
and love which he felt for his fellow human being.
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Dad's
great sense of humor was rooted in his inner happiness which was rooted
in his utmost goodness, fearlessness, honesty, clarity, greatness.
Greatness. Father was and is Great.
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I
do believe that doctors killed my dad -- not intentionally -- and it
was not their fault -- they had utmost care -- it was his fault for
trusting doctors too much. The best thing doctors would advise him of
would be to leave that sick, polluted, disgustingly dirty city, Tehran.
A beautiful city, a lovely city, which has been destroyed by pollution.
Dad
didn’t want to take so many firkin medications. You give so many
flippin pills to a healthy person they get sick let alone an old man.
Mom said he would say I don't want to take all these pills, I'm sick of
them, but she said doctor gave it.
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Dad liked backgamman and was very good at it.
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Father
came to one's sleep last night - or was it my imagination? He was
singing, most beautiful melody. I woke up to it. Had no recorder
or instrument to capture the melody. It was peaceful and beautiful and
he sang it with joy as ever, like a bird which is set free from the
bondage of the mortal body, from doctors and their stupid medicines. He
sang it with joy. He was there. I woke up and could almost touch that
singing energy.
Thank you Father for your song.
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Feeling united with the Father.
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Not long before he died, dad took mom to kannone vokalaa and interoduced her to the managment who were very respectful.
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he
was ticklish like his mother specially under his chin was a favorite
place to kiss for both of them to make them laugh. He was so sweet, so
incredibly sweet.
he was full of joy, I rarely remember seeing him angry.
He
delighted at peace and friendship. children will tell me and my sister
that we always have to be united. As adults, no matter what, he would
respond positively to a white flag which was a kiss.
as children
he kissed us a lot which is common in the culture. even as adults he
would still kiss us a lot and we kissed him a lot.
He did not
hold grudges against people, but stopped associating with some of his
old colleagues as their lives went different ways. Usually it was
around values. For example some of his friends who were lawyers
or ex-judges who became lawyers, would take cases which dad would never
touch, Like defending criminals who were guilty. Criminals
defense could be very lucrative financially. But father could have
never defend a criminal no matter how much money he could have made.
Some of his old friends would come to him expecting him to help them
defend criminals which he obviously refused, and he stopped associating
with such people, even though they were old friends.
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When I want to see the father, I look at the sky, at something eternal.
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I
am convinced that our lives will be judged on how we touched the lives
of others. I know your father raised a fine young man so he is probably
sitting in "The Light" right now!
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I
don't think I ever saw your dad no smiling that broad smile along with
his silver white thick curly hair. He will forever be in my heart, and
in my memories. My deepest condolences on your dad's Sal gard, I
really do miss him, and loved him very much. It breaks my heart how
many people I lost last year whom I loved deeply, your dad being one of
the toughest to hear of.
---------- Amu
Khosro said his brother-in-law died very young by heart-attack at
"baaghe-gol" (flower garden) -- he was healthy and strong. His mother
and family were devastated. On that day the mother asked to see my dad
out of all people in her house. Khosro wondered. She told him later
that seeing my dad gave her calmness. "There was something in your dad
which caused people tranquility and closeness to him".
And then
these fukin doctors put him on zoloft because x or y are too complex
too stressed and burdened by too much self fulfilling prophecy and
other limitations of thought and its divisions that they did not
understand him. I did. I was perhaps the only one aside from his mother
who understood him, I dare say.
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He's buried
in a family aaramgah - maghbareh (English?) -- a private one bought my
Mr. Khaloghli - him and his wife and sister and my dad's other sister
and my dad and Manna and Dr. Yahyavi are burried there. My mom asked
them to make my dad's grave 2-story. Shamsali described how it's done -
and the process of washing the dead person before burial. Then he's
dried and wrapped in white cloth except his face and eyes which are
open for people to see him under the ground -- the cloth was brought
from Makkeh I think. Mom and Shadi couldn't handle seeing any of this.
His face was still beautiful and "taro tamiz".
His dead body is
just as anything dead -- far from what he was -- the greatness -- the
virtue -- the compassion -- the gentleness -- the goodness -- the
freedom -- the peace -- the ethics and morality which are so rare in
today's world,
----
Mom told x, what he left behind for us was a good name, honor, dignity, heisiat, aaberoo -- these are things money can not buy.
---
Cried when came home and thought
iterated: no more dad who is asleep. Thought quiets down quickly when
it sees its own limitation. Instead of the pool of misery which many people contribute to, Father has joined the pool of good. I feel connected to Father and his goodness. It is very fragile, precarious, like a blade of grass or a smile of a child, so it needs to be guarded with care. --- It’s a very deep and delicate subject and we must enter it carefully. --- it hit me twice today - all of a sudden - with memory of him - eyes wet - end of thought - flowering of love --- Had a very powerful beautiful unexpected "dream". ---
Dad
used to say, no matter what, no matter where you are or what you do,
remember you always have a home, a house, this house is your house. A tear of beauty comes.
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7 Nov 2010 5:35 PM
He
was such a beautiful man, such a gentle man. We traveled a lot
together. One of the places we went many times together, all my life,
was Shomal “North” – the Caspian Coast.
He loved the Caspian, the clean air, he would recharge his oxygen, go for walks, etc.
Walking
down the hill today, in Switzerland, singing “Dokhtare Darya” (“girl of
sea”) I burst into tears – could not get past the second line despite
many trials – the melody is all about the Caspian – and the feeling of
this most beautiful sea (world’s largest sea) and dad’s gentleness, his
love for the place, and most importantly, his presence.
Dad’s
presence was so precious. He was deeply happy and peaceful. He didn’t
bother even a small ant. A symbol of gentleness. He was bothered by the
disharmony of some people around him, and the polluted corrupted
culture of a big city, and jealousies of some and those who tried
to cause trouble for him because he wouldn’t conform to their wishes to
break justice; nevertheless he was deeply happy and possessed a quality
of insight and love, sweetness, tenderness, as reflected in his humor
and peace, that is very very rare.
I managed to sing that song
all the way through with long bursts of cries – I had not cried this
hard since he died – I have not cried much at all actually – just a few
short bursts; this was the longest and most intense. I feel his love
and tenderness in my heart.
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13 Nov 2010 -- from www.RezaJournal.com
Dad went too
early. Like the scent of Linden flowers that come and go, fill the
earth with their subtle penetrating drunkening fragrance, and suddenly
disappear. That pool of goodnesss has not gone. It's here but it lost
an important body. He was an embodiment of goodness, no doubt. I feel
regret in some ways but regret is of the past and it can not change
anything. Perhaps he could have been better taken care of. Perhaps we
should have had him under a doctor's supervision in Switzerland. And
how I regret allowing him to fly alone. But after all this he was ok.
He has had a weak heart for a long time and there was not much that
could have been done that wasn't done. And most importantly, he was
happy, and he died a happy person.
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-- from www.RezaJournal.com
Dad had a big heart – a big big heart – it melted away everything that
came in contact with it – his heart was lightened by the light of his
great mind.
Thinking of H, remembered dad’s love for mom’s mom – pure love
– pure greatness – it was so intense – it was so real – his voice – his
heart – his love – his smile – his presence – so strong – so every
lasting as though it is fully absolutely here – that love has not died
a bit – has not even weakened like the warmth of sun on a building at
night – that one had to sit quietly – in nothingness – in strength of
pure energy of presence – and that otherness, that nothingness, that
immeasurable love was here, is here, and it filled the room and the
mind and every thing.
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Good singing on the walk. Came to a song that reminded of
Shomal - Shadi and I in the back of the car listening to Beatles Rock
& Roll Music album (a compilation with silver cover that had come
out around that time). And remembered dad's presence. He truly was an
angel. His energy's vibration was peaceful loving wise. A gentleman to
the utmost meaning of the word without a remote trace of vulgarity
whatsoever. Just remembering that beauty in the form of a far distanced
memory, and feeling that quality of that energy which is still very
much still here, integrated in the core of my being, gave rise to tears
and sobbing of beauty and went on. It was ignited by memory but thought
did not give it continuity, and in fact stopped the sobbing, not
intentionally but naturally after it went on with another song and its
lyrics of love and togetherness and distance. He is not far away. His
goodness, that rare quality of total beauty is very much alive and
right here.
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- I used to love to give good news to dad. He'd be thrilled to
hear from us, and to know we're fine, and to hear good news from our
progress and so on. He used to say our calls would energize him, to
know we're fine would give him powerand joy. Now he's not there to give
good news to. He is. He is part of the totality of universe. A leaf is
gone but the tree is there. In silence there is connection. When
there's connection it also embraces sound. Sound can not produce
silence but sound can come out of silence.
-------- woke up with cry of beauty of what a life he led. I have not ever met such a beautiful life-artist.
What happens when someone with whom you have a deep morphic connection dies?
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Very kind of you to send this file. How did you find it? Google? As
you may have noticed in the document he attached two of his positions
he held simultaneously are mentioned. He was the main member of the
high disciplinary court of judges (second to the chief who was the
second most powerful in the ministry of justice (he was a good man,
Ayatollah Marvi -- he passed away a few years ago -- He relied on my
dad fully for the court's decisions as my dad was the most senior (and
had more judicial experience than his boss) and told him that he signs
anything that my dad signs. In addition as stated in the document you
attached, he was a member of the "heyaate tajdide nazare entezamiyeh
ghozat" which is above the supreme court and consists of 3 members, one
being the head of supreme court, my dad, and another person. My
dad was not a clergy -- he was clean shaved and he belonged to no
political factions whatsoever. He travelled the world, spoke good
English, was a just, fair, compassionate, affectionate, happy man, and
he was an open minded, free thinking human without a trace of
fanaticism.
-
Very kind of you to send this file. How did you find it? Google? As you
may have noticed in the document he attached two of his positions he
held simultaneously are mentioned. He was the main member of the high
disciplinary court of judges (second to the chief who was the second
most powerful in the ministry of justice (he was a good man, Ayatollah
Marvi -- he passed away a few years ago -- He relied on my dad fully
for the court's decisions as my dad was the most senior (and had more
judicial experience than his boss) and told him that he signs anything
that my dad signs. In addition as stated in the document you attached,
he was a member of the "heyaate tajdide nazare entezamiyeh ghozat"
which is above the supreme court and consists of 3 members, one being
the head of supreme court, my dad, and another person. My dad was
not a clergy -- he was clean shaven and he belonged to no political
factions whatsoever. He travelled the world, spoke good English, was a
just, fair, compassionate, affectionate, happy man, and he was an open
minded, free thinking human without a trace of fanaticism.
------- Even
after his death his goodness continues. He had reviewed J's case and was
convinced the defendant was guilty of fraud. A year after his death,
the judge found the defendant guilty, overruling lower court's ruling,
in favor of J.
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3 May 2011
had a powerful dream one of those dreams that's more than a dream dad had come back in same clothes in that little room on his bed beautiful smiling unattached unassuming lovely loving simple shining how could he come back ? b/c he's an angel
even as i woke i could feel the love i was smiling i could feel him what a sweet meeting it was but it's not over he is of love and he is here
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26 July 2011 Dreamed
of him at times - always very real. After a hard day and taking big
risks - dreamed he had called - heard his voice - so alive - and woke
up - and started crying - thought had given continuity - then it
stopped - stopped crying and went back to sleep. In a way, I know he
cares - him being love, an angel, cares.
There were other dreams too -- wrote them elsewhere...
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In June we had a memorial for him in Tehran - - it was very powerful.
Warren
Buffett said the following about parenthood. It is the story of my
father - the angel who loved me as a child, as an adult,
unconditionally, and still, father's love is the perfume that
enriches life.
In an exclusive interview with Yahoo! News
and the Huffington Post, he credited his father with teaching him how
to live, and explained that all parents can make a "better human being":
"The
power of unconditional love. I mean, there is no power on earth like
unconditional love. And I think that if you offered that to your child,
I mean, you’re 90 percent of the way home. There may be days when you
don’t feel like it — it’s not uncritical love; that’s a different
animal — but to know you can always come back, that is huge in life.
That takes you a long, long way. And I would say that every parent out
there that can extend that to their child at an early age, it’s going
to make for a better human being."
SOME OF DAD'S FRIENDS AND RELATIVES WROTE/SAID THE FOLLOWING:
A
person of dignity (ensane sharif), a great man (marde bozorgavar), it
was impossible to compare him to anyone - it's not possible to think of
a second or third person like him -- he saved my life in the worst of
conditions -- I owe my life to him. His name was great and in the
hearts of everyone and it will remain great. His blood is in your
body. Even the way he died was a story. Please
accept my condolences. As you know, I loved him so much and respected
him immensely. We had such a great time with him a couple of years ago.
I am glad that he could make it to < > for the short stay. I
have learned many things from him and am sure that you have been proud
to have such a fantastic father. He was truly a man of high ethics with
a great sense of humor. He will be missed by all of us. When
I was 12 years old, my father suddenly at the age of 52 died. It was a
great shock for my mother and six children betweed age of 20 and 8
years old. Those days we were very sad. I recall that your Dad was
visiting us frequently, bringing us joy and happiness,he
always had smiling face, joking with us, providing to my mother a
great deal of emotional support. The happiest moment of those
very sad days were the time your Dad was visiting us.
I have many more good memories from your Dad, I hope I will be able to see you one day and share with you.
We were all blessed to have him in our family.
For all the good things he had done in his fruitful life, I am certain he is in a better place now. You
can literally say your father freed a slave, and the proof is me. [a
lawyer who lost his license to practice law and dad got it reinstated
due to affection for his three daughters. He called to express his
gratitude]:
The most important, the most dignified [sharif] person I knew. He was my backing. He would bring happiness. Really everyone liked him. Everybody loved and respected him. I am very sorry about loosing Mr. Ganjavi, you know how much I loved him. Please accept our deepest condoleances. He was a great father, husband and cousin. We will miss him for ever.. I'm
very sorry to hear about your father. Time brings both joy and
sorrow into our lives. Some philosopher said he spent his life
leaning how to die; another replied that he spent his life learning how
to live. Be thankful for his life and for the good genes he
bequeathed to you. That was a great great gift. He
was such a great man and its obvious from the memories that he has left
behind. I’m sad that I was not around him the last 30 years. Your father was very dear to me and I shall miss him.
We lost a great friend. I want to express my deepest sorrow and sympathy for the loss of your esteemed father, to you and Shadi. After my father, I have brothers but Mr. Ganjavi was my everything. I feel my back has emptied, with nobody else to rely on. He always brought happiness to our house Reza,
Ironically Marjan was talking about amu just a few days ago telling me
how much she loves him and sharing stories about when you guys came to
Sweden to visit her and how much that really meant to her. - I admire your love for your dad and loved what you wrote about him that Marjan forwarded... -
Amu Ganjavi was a great man and you should be so proud of your
heritage. I know as much as we try to think logically about these
events of life, it still hurts so much to lose someone so instrumental
in creating you and making you the person you are. But we can
take comfort in the fact that those good qualities he instilled in you
will live forever. What a beautiful writing about an amazing man. We truly enjoyed meeting him... Sorry about your dad, hope you are feeling better. Your testimonial to your Dad was very eloquent and heartfelt! Reza,
Let me be one amoungst the hundreds of people who have come forward to
tell you of their memories of your father. I, too, had
immense respect for him (as well as a secret crush since i was a little
girl!). He was a kind and lovely man who lived a life with
integrity. I read what you wrote about him this morning and
couldn't help the tears. Your dad and his
gentle unconditional love for you and Shadi, reminds me so much of my
dad. He adored you two.... Please send my love
to Shahrooz and Shadi. I celebrate his life through my
memories and hold you all gently in my thoughts during this difficult
time. Much love. Reza Joon.
I am speechless. How beautiful you were able to illustrate his
personality. You did a great job. You may consider writing a book about
him? Yes, in fact he was an angle and a shine to his country, family
and friends. Love, We lost a jewel. He will always remain in our hearts. We all loved him and will love him. The day he died my "back got empty" [i lost support]. We lost a great one. A rare personality. Since age 16 when I met him, I loved him. The whole world loved him... Sharif
tarin adami ke dar zendegim mishnakhtam - tanha ensane sharif... (he
was the most noble of anyone I ever met -- the only noble person). We miss him a lot. Mr.
Rahmanipur: "a whole group of people are thankful to Mr. Ganjavi -- we
are forever in his debt" (dad helped a big group of people
whose residences were sold without them knowing by some criminals, get
their homes back). Mr. R contined: "Mr. Ganjavi saved 40 families - they always pray for him - may light shine in his grave" He taught by forgiveness. We all wish to have this kind of death.. - He lives in the universe. - Yes, I feel him. P.S. Thanks for sharing the photos. What an extraordinarily handsome
man he was - in his middle age he looked just like Christopher Plummer!
That generation... they had such elegance and charisma. I
was very sorry to hear of your father's passing. I met him only once at a K
meeting and was very impressed by the soft and gentle person he was.
It seems like a young person has died, this is how sorrowful people are. 1000’s of people have called. Rock picks its head from earth and praises him. Even for his death he pulled an Ace (hatta baraye mordanesham aas roo kard). I sincerely condole myself and you for having lost your bozorgavar
father. My back emptied. In this society I became without anyone
(bi-kas). I congratulate that your dad lived with honor (aghayooneh)
and left the world with honor. Your dad’s memory is always in our mind. baa-ese eftekhare shomast ke yek hamchin pedari daashtin. He was so good anything I say about him I have said less. He was such a good person that he had such a comfortable death. He was a man of civility and understanding. I
am very sad at the news that your father passed away. He was a true
friend, a knowledgeable and honest judge. He helped me a
lot when I had problem when my property was illegally occupied
preventing me to sell. We lost a jewel (2). I
really enjoyed reading about your dad on your website... A lot of the
stories I hadn't heard before. I spent a lot of time with him on both
my trips to Iran- especially the second trip (when I was 21) and will
treasure all those memories... He used to tell me about his
travels. And even sang me songs on the drive to Shomal because
the car didn't have a working radio (that was the trip when I was 11
years old). My favorite was when he sang Michelle... Motevaze-e daneshmand paak mehraban (humble, scientist, pure, kind) He
called. He said he lost his law permit and dad, with hemmat,
morevvat, istaadegi, mardanegi (effort, kindness, perseverance,
‘manhood’) your bozorgavar (great) father took care of getting it
reinstated. I got my lost salary back, was able to practice again, etc.
– he gave me life – you can freely say: my father also set a slave
free, and I am the proof. That good natured angel. Don’t forget, you’re
the son of a man who set slaves free. The world, mardanegi, was proud
of him (be vojoodesh eftekhar mikard). I should have carried his coffin
on my shoulder. He was sireye salamat and sireye sa-aadat. (then he
recited an Arabic verse, perhaps from the Koran) which meant: “he lived
with dignity and he died with dignity”.He said you’re the fruit of the
tree itself – you fell under the tree not far away.. I asked if he has
children. He said three daughters. I knew the story from another friend
on how dad helped him because of the future of his three daughters... He was a good human, a real human. I was very sad to hear of his death last year. We very much enjoyed the time we spent with your parents in Tehran in 2002. Dr.
Amirhoushang Ganjavi - was the greenest person in this world. May his
soul be happy and his memory cherished. Mojgan and Dr. Hamid Mazaheri We always remember his love and goodness. May his soul be happy I heard the sad news. This is sad for the entire country; your father was a great asset. My condolences. Reading
about him, it's evident that he was a great man and very much loved by
those who knew him. Please accept my condolences and thanks for
sharing your writings and memories of him. I enjoyed reading
about him. We are not going to forget him. We must condole the world. He
read this file and called -- that you made my day -- that it shook me
up -- that you showed that you're a real son, and deserve to be the son
of such a great man -- "may your hand not be tired". His name will
always be remembered with greatness. May god protect you. Dear Peter
Many thanks. It was a shock but then again we both lived with death all
the time. And his happiness and lack of suffering or pettiness of
thought and its anxieties was amazing.
Be well i
hope your father's departure will bring you not only sadness, but a new
energy, a good feeling, for all what he has given you and shared and
for the legacy of yourself and the great things that you will continue
doing ahead!... Thank
you for sharing. I saw his pictures and read about his amazing,
fulfilled life. What a great person. I'm not surprised. You're his
reflection; a great human being. It's great that you had such a love and affection for your dad. It's rare these days. You're both very lucky. I send my condolences, you know that I loved your Father very much. I
hope the memorial is everything you hope it will be and a true tribute
to your father. I remember him with love and tears. Please give my love
to your mother and Shadi.He was indeed a caring and unique person. I
wanted to exprerss my condolences. May his spirit be forever well, his
memory remain forever alive, and his place remain warm in the hearts of
his dear ones. I
just heard about your Father's passing, and I'm very sorry. I
missed the opportunity to meet him when you visited, but I heard many
positive things about him from those that met him. The comments
you shared with me about him when we were together in London made me
appreciate his strength, conviction and independence; the same
characteristics I see in you. He was a wonderful person. He was a very special person. Few
weeks back, I read your writing about your father (bless his soul) and
was moved how beautiful your writing is and how easy to understand it.
I enjoyed reading it and really moved by how great your father was and
I see that in you. My god, you are amazing. Take care and don’t forget
when you are in USA, give me a buzz. I
am soooo sorry.he was a GREAT man.I really mean it,and I always knew
how much you love and respected him.he will always stays in our hearts Your
dad was one of the nicest people I knew. My deepest condolences on the
loss of your father. Please send my heartfelt sympathy to dear Shadi
and dear Shahruz. May he rest in peace. Reservoir of goodness. It remains. He was the most good named Judge of this country. Sad to hear that your father passed away. I think it was 2007 when I
saw him in Saanen, a gentleman I can say without having talked a word
with him. That
was a very loving and touching writing about your father. His kindness
touched many lives. You are a reflection of what he was. Attached to this email is 'In the Tree of Life...' verses I kept with
the thought of my mother's passing. Hope you get the consolation I get
when I read this. "In
the Tree of Life…Our roots are forever intertwined. With their last
breath those we have greatly loved do not say good-bye- for love is
timeless. Instead, they leave us with a solemn promise - when they are
finally at rest in God, they will continue to be present to us whenever
they are called upon. Let us not grieve -beyond letting go - for in the
Tree of Life their roots and ours are forever intertwined." - have read the first parts of your writing's beginning - had to stop. It's too moving... can't see anything on the screen - the writing is brilliant. A wonderful memorandum. - He was KINDNESS in person....
Reza Jaan I am sorry to hear
about your loss. After watching some of videos he seemed like a
good man. I know how this must feel since I was in the same
situation a few years back. All the best... Hello
dear Reza, Sorry to hear about your Dad, I do remember him well &
he is going to be missed. I love to see you next time you are in the
state, so plan to stay with us for a couple of days. I want to show you
off to my kids! Have a great day! I am
so sorry about the loss of your father. Please accept my
condolence to you and your family. Roheshan Shad. I lost my father 6
years ago and I was in California and he was in Iran, and still hurts
me, when I hear someone to loose a father. No matter how old they
get, they are still your love one :-( but I can feel him around
us. sometimes I can even hear his voice. I know for sure he is
with us. His words and wisdom lives with us. My
deepest condolences to you my friend. My father passed away about 5
years ago and I can feel you. May he rest in peace in a much better
place. Yours truly, Sorry for your loss. Sounded like your father was a great human being. Ravanash shad, Hi Reza, I am so sorry to find out about your dad… Reza
Jaan: Please accept my condolences. The loss of a parent is
always a reminder of the fragile nature of our lives. I hope that
he lived a full, happy and stable life. Reza
jan, My belated condolenses for your dad. Hope you managed the Iranian
funeral well. My mom passed away exactly two years ago and dealing with
memories of Beheshte zahra overwhelemd me. Hi Reza Joon: I am so sorry about your dad and please accept my condolences. Dear Reza, It was a pleasure also for me to have met you again . I have a very high respect for you father because of his character and his humanistic achevemrnts in his life. This respecte goes now for you.. Zayeeeye bozorg keshvari (Your dad’s death) was a disaster for the country. [za-ye-e-ye- bozorge keshvari bood] Reza
jaan, I'm very sorry to hear this. I didn't know. My condolences to you
and Shadi and family. I read up your site and pictures of your
dad. He was very distinguished and had a very full active life. I
can tell you are very proud of him and feel so close to him. I can
relate to that cause I feel same about my own dad. I guess its
been now 40 years since birthday parties at your house and your dad
pulling me out of the pile. Wish I could remember my childhood better
so I could remember that event. Hang in there buddy. I send you lots of
warm wishes and light in this sad but introspective time you're going
through. Keep me posted of how you're doing, if you wish. REZA JON I WAS SORRY IT WAS AGREAT LOSS I WAS IN TEHRAN AND MR AKHLAGHI
TOLD ME WE WERE OLD AND GOOD FRIEND HE IS GONE BE MISSED MY TASLIAT TO
YOU YOUR MOM YOUR SISTER Manim Aziz Dostum. Aqaye Ganjavi, It
is clear, he was the person of dignity and real symbol of Azerbaijani
Culture as nice part of rich Iranian Culture. He did efficiently his
duty for society(See attached file). Many similarities to my late
father. He visited the Karbala. This month is Moharram and if you
would like to have a Thursday (shabe-jomee) here, please do not
hesitate to contact me. It is my duty to that for respectful people. Allah rahmat elesin. Mr. M said: not everyone deserves this kind of death (the beautiful way dad died). I
was reading about your father, very intresting and fasinating indeed. I
guess, if there were more people like he was, the world could be a less
crazy place. We humans have this incredible arrogance and many people
still don't realise, that the planet functions beautifully without us,
it does not need us, but we need the planet to survive that is for sure. To my lovely brother reza
joon I am sorry dad passoway last year, I didn't know about that ,just
rambod sear you for new albom sudenly he sow your dad memorial
video,and he notice to me ,I love you and shadi and mam,i am sad to
miss your dad bout I am happy and proude of you for wonderfull filling
same as me. Our dads never gone they are alive for us. I love you so much my dear brother
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