Reza Shapurian

As far as I can remember, Babam read this poem to me twice. The first time was a few weeks before my seventh birthday. It was in the early afternoon and as usual Babam was resting on a daybed in his study. Lilam was there too, sitting at Babam's desk drinking tea. Babam called me, asked me to sit beside him, and then he read this poem to me. The second time was two days before his passing! How greatful I am that I got to see him and hear him read this again, so very proud of his work. -gol