Shâd Bâsh

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Bâbâdjoun, dear dad, what is Iran like now? And if I went there? History has rearranged the cards of our personal history, creating knots and lacks. Going to Iran, an impulse towards you who my life has missed so much. But am I able of going to this country you fled? In the memory of my heart, the lines of a Persian poem you taught me: “Nothing stays, everything passes, everything changes, so live in joy”. Bâbâdjoun, will we have enough time to make up for lost time before we disappear ?