My dear friends,
It’s Friday, someday in first Ordibehesht. I’m writing to you from where everything is hospitably greeting…
The air smells of wet mountains and wild flowers…
Where the songs of birds, clamor stream, and trembling leaves are all only voices caress the air…
I’m writing from AGHASHT
Where I can tell you stories from, even since my innocent ages… when I used to pick flowers with my sisters, run after butterflies and dig earth to find new springs…
Now, Pear trees are in flower, but peach’s are almost gone…
It’s sunny-cloudy today… weather is extremely nice; I wish you all were here
Black cherries with nice little blossoms are smiling every where…Vahideh, I’m breathing in their sweet perfume “just like a bee” for you…
Leila, Shaghayegh is seen everywhere, I can imagine beautiful pictures you can take here…
Walking beside the river is fantastic, especially when the light wind flows… Ahmad and Hameed, arrange a time to come in spring and show your wives walking in cool weather here is even more memorable…
Mountains seem blue and in fars, covered by white are dreamy… Mr. Doostdar and Mrs. Ghahremani امروز خیلی جاتون خالیه
Mohammad Hossein, Ehson and Hossein, you too, would enjoy your time if you were in Aghasht today. I know you love here, but I guess you are helping in move to new place now…God bless you
Look… Hills are green from bottom to top… I can see wild yellow tulips on valley but I don’t know if they had grown on upper or not… I wish someday we go up these mounts with Munir
This tiny violet, with its unbelievable miniature designs reminds me of you, Maman, when you wonder how God shows his majesty even in tremendously little creatures…
It rain now and we leave this peace of nature with its piece and vividness…
I’m pleased to live a fine time beside the nature and you all
