{"id":1558,"date":"2024-06-29T22:54:02","date_gmt":"2024-06-29T22:54:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/?p=1558"},"modified":"2024-09-26T21:19:19","modified_gmt":"2024-09-26T21:19:19","slug":"some-notes-about-this-book","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/some-notes-about-this-book\/","title":{"rendered":"Some notes about this book"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-post\" data-elementor-id=\"1558\" class=\"elementor elementor-1558\" data-elementor-post-type=\"post\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-a70146d e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"a70146d\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-d45dee3 elementor-icon-list--layout-traditional elementor-list-item-link-full_width ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-icon-list\" data-id=\"d45dee3\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"icon-list.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<link rel=\"stylesheet\" href=\"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/wp-content\/plugins\/elementor\/assets\/css\/widget-icon-list-rtl.min.css\">\t\t<ul class=\"elementor-icon-list-items\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li class=\"elementor-icon-list-item\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"#noosha\">\n\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"elementor-icon-list-icon\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<svg aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"e-font-icon-svg e-fas-chevron-down\" viewBox=\"0 0 448 512\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\"><path d=\"M207.029 381.476L12.686 187.132c-9.373-9.373-9.373-24.569 0-33.941l22.667-22.667c9.357-9.357 24.522-9.375 33.901-.04L224 284.505l154.745-154.021c9.379-9.335 24.544-9.317 33.901.04l22.667 22.667c9.373 9.373 9.373 24.569 0 33.941L240.971 381.476c-9.373 9.372-24.569 9.372-33.942 0z\"><\/path><\/svg>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"elementor-icon-list-text\">Noosha Narimani<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/li>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li class=\"elementor-icon-list-item\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"#roya\">\n\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"elementor-icon-list-icon\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<svg aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"e-font-icon-svg e-fas-chevron-down\" viewBox=\"0 0 448 512\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\"><path d=\"M207.029 381.476L12.686 187.132c-9.373-9.373-9.373-24.569 0-33.941l22.667-22.667c9.357-9.357 24.522-9.375 33.901-.04L224 284.505l154.745-154.021c9.379-9.335 24.544-9.317 33.901.04l22.667 22.667c9.373 9.373 9.373 24.569 0 33.941L240.971 381.476c-9.373 9.372-24.569 9.372-33.942 0z\"><\/path><\/svg>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"elementor-icon-list-text\">Roya Narimani<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/li>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li class=\"elementor-icon-list-item\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"#abbas\">\n\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"elementor-icon-list-icon\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<svg aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"e-font-icon-svg e-fas-chevron-down\" viewBox=\"0 0 448 512\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\"><path d=\"M207.029 381.476L12.686 187.132c-9.373-9.373-9.373-24.569 0-33.941l22.667-22.667c9.357-9.357 24.522-9.375 33.901-.04L224 284.505l154.745-154.021c9.379-9.335 24.544-9.317 33.901.04l22.667 22.667c9.373 9.373 9.373 24.569 0 33.941L240.971 381.476c-9.373 9.372-24.569 9.372-33.942 0z\"><\/path><\/svg>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"elementor-icon-list-text\">Abbas Narimani<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/li>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li class=\"elementor-icon-list-item\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"#hadi\">\n\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"elementor-icon-list-icon\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<svg aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"e-font-icon-svg e-fas-chevron-down\" viewBox=\"0 0 448 512\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\"><path d=\"M207.029 381.476L12.686 187.132c-9.373-9.373-9.373-24.569 0-33.941l22.667-22.667c9.357-9.357 24.522-9.375 33.901-.04L224 284.505l154.745-154.021c9.379-9.335 24.544-9.317 33.901.04l22.667 22.667c9.373 9.373 9.373 24.569 0 33.941L240.971 381.476c-9.373 9.372-24.569 9.372-33.942 0z\"><\/path><\/svg>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"elementor-icon-list-text\">Hadi Mashhadi<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/li>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/ul>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-cc14d96 ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-spacer\" data-id=\"cc14d96\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"spacer.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<style>\/*! 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elementor - v3.23.0 - 25-07-2024 *\/\n.elementor-heading-title{padding:0;margin:0;line-height:1}.elementor-widget-heading .elementor-heading-title[class*=elementor-size-]>a{color:inherit;font-size:inherit;line-height:inherit}.elementor-widget-heading .elementor-heading-title.elementor-size-small{font-size:15px}.elementor-widget-heading .elementor-heading-title.elementor-size-medium{font-size:19px}.elementor-widget-heading .elementor-heading-title.elementor-size-large{font-size:29px}.elementor-widget-heading .elementor-heading-title.elementor-size-xl{font-size:39px}.elementor-widget-heading .elementor-heading-title.elementor-size-xxl{font-size:59px}<\/style><h2 class=\"elementor-heading-title elementor-size-default\">Noosha Narimani<\/h2>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-ee92d43 ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"ee92d43\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<style>\/*! elementor - v3.23.0 - 25-07-2024 *\/\n.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-stacked .elementor-drop-cap{background-color:#69727d;color:#fff}.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-framed .elementor-drop-cap{color:#69727d;border:3px solid;background-color:transparent}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap{margin-top:8px}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap-letter{width:1em;height:1em}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap{float:right;text-align:center;line-height:1;font-size:50px}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap-letter{display:inline-block}<\/style>\t\t\t\t<div style=\"text-align: justify; direction: ltr;\"><p>Why did we prepare this book?!<\/p><p>Years pass since Baba&#8217;s deep sleep; I remember well, it was an evening, we were sitting in his room when the power went out; as usual, I was sitting in Baba&#8217;s lap when suddenly he fell to the ground, and I didn&#8217;t know what had happened; no matter how I rubbed his face with my small hands, he showed no reaction, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.<\/p><p>In those moments, I wasn&#8217;t thinking about Baba dying; I had no idea what &#8220;leaving this world&#8221; meant and what it signified; I didn&#8217;t think Baba might be dead; he was just lying down, in a deep sleep.<\/p><p>Eventually, Baba got up and said, &#8220;I wanted to see what you would do if I were dead.&#8221;<\/p><p>It was a trick; I knew that someday I might lose loved ones; so, I started praying; every day, I prayed, and every day, someone was added to the my long list; no one should be left behind; I believed that those in my list would always be with me, and we would always stay alive.<\/p><p>Years passed until I learned to enjoy the moments and appreciate being with those I love; the airport taught me this! Yes, the airport and departing.<\/p><p>Childhood days passed, and my travels between Iran and the United States began, but I never got used to saying goodbye; on the last day, I felt like carrying a heavy burden; when it was time to leave, as I reached the end of the street, I would turn back from inside the car, waving my hand, and Baba was still standing at the door; he would also wave his hand. At those moments, I would think to myself, &#8220;Can it be that when I come back, he&#8217;ll still be in this house, telling us about his memories?&#8221; When I returned home and saw Baba at the top of the stairs, I thanked God that I could see him again; but at the same time, I knew that soon it would be time to go to the airport, and this, in itself, was a lesson in saying goodbye forever. These things, these feelings, these comings and goings, and the heaviness of farewell compelled me to capture Baba&#8217;s moments; it put my worries to rest and calmed me down; as if I could make those moments eternal; in this way, I never missed the moments of being with him, even if Baba himself is not here. Apart from this, what made recording Baba&#8217;s life necessary was collecting the lessons he taught; in his bitter or sweet memories or the advice he gave us, there were always things that could be a lasting reminder for a lifetime, helping one remember in sensitive moments and align their steps with it; one of them, which in its simplicity, has always been a guiding light for me and had a profound impact on my life, is &#8220;understanding&#8221;; Baba believed that if a person knows each of their acquaintances and relatives and understands their temperament, they won&#8217;t face misunderstandings in their relationships with them; he said if we evaluate what we hear or see from friends and relatives based on our understanding of them, nothing will bother us or seem bad and malicious in our thoughts; if it is like this, no problems arise, or they are easily solvable. Baba&#8217;s words still resonate in my ears and have been effective in my life. There were many such sayings in his words that had to remain.<br \/>In the later years, at the suggestion of my husband, I went to Iran a few times a year and visited my family; I always said goodbye to Baba one day before my return and I go to my sister&#8217;s house. Until his physical strength allowed, Baba would come himself at night, but once he didn&#8217;t come anymore, and that farewell in the afternoon was our last meeting; a month later, he passed away.<\/p><p>How did we prepare this book? Obviously, every person has memories that others can benefit from; but Baba&#8217;s art was in how he told his memories and life stories; his life had many hardships and ups and downs, but the way he narrated them was always accompanied by effort and hope; this was how the repetitive stories were always enjoyable and enlightening. We tried various methods and types of devices to record Baba&#8217;s memories, most of which failed; it took several years to find the right method; in 2006, we knew that the best way was to film; of course, this task had its difficulties, but it had to be done. It had to be done?!<\/p><p>My parents decided to have only two children; this was Baba&#8217;s way of thinking. Nonetheless, I was born, eleven years after Abbas and nine years after Roya. At that time, Baba was forty-four years old. The age difference between me and him, as well as with my brother and sister, created a special emotional connection. Baba used to tell me, &#8220;I brought you into this world myself.&#8221; I grew up almost like an only child; around the age of six, Abbas went to America, and the following year, Roya followed. It was just me, Mama, and Baba, who always provided strong support for me. If I complained about someone, he would immediately grab his cane and say, &#8220;They&#8217;ve done wrong! I&#8217;ll hit them on the head with this stick.&#8221; Mama would say, &#8220;No one dared to say anything to you. For instance, if we told you not to do something, you would scream so much that Baba would come and scold everyone, asking, &#8216;What are you doing with this child?'&#8221; This special relationship between Baba and me allowed me to defend my mother against Baba. Baba always recounted a memory with laughter, saying, &#8220;Do you remember? You used to walk here and keep telling me that you made my mother sick.&#8221; I don&#8217;t know why this memory amused him so much. Perhaps because I was the only one who could criticize him or hit him on the head with a paddle! When I was very young, I got upset with him once, followed him to the end of the yard, found a paddle there, picked it up, and struck Baba on the head. He got angry and left the house for a few hours. It seemed like he didn&#8217;t expect it at all. Although the special relationship between me and Baba might have had some unwanted consequences, it gave me the self-confidence to believe that if I thought Baba&#8217;s stories should be recorded, they could be. Thanks to this relationship, he accepted the idea of filming, even though he had lost his voice, and he had to use a speech-assistive device. He put a lot of effort into it. The filming took two years. In my absence, my sister took over the responsibility. After filming, the conversation texts were implemented and typed, then reviewed with Baba, who made some corrections. The initial version was shaped this way.<\/p><p>And now, about Uncle Nourollah; he has always been my role model in life due to his honesty, discipline, and particular sensitivity in all affairs of life. He chose my name as well and always told me, &#8220;Noosha means eternal rythm with Roya (my sister&#8217;s name).&#8221; I am forever grateful for this beautiful name. Uncle Nourollah has always been a supporter and companion of Baba since childhood. This book wouldn&#8217;t be possible without Uncle&#8217;s help. The initial version was completed in 2016. We chose the title &#8220;Dang-o-Fang&#8221; based on Baba&#8217;s suggestion. Uncle Nourollah&#8217;s explanation of the meaning of this title and its relation to Baba&#8217;s life is fascinating and worth reading: &#8220;This title reflects ninety-four years of a life full of ups and downs, along with the bitter and sweet experiences created by a man from a mountainous background named Amrullah Narimani. It is a work that will remind readers and seekers of the preciousness of these two words, so that they may better understand why the late Amrollah Narimani chose this title. The combination of the two words &#8216;Dang&#8217; and &#8216;Fang&#8217; refers to &#8216;the sound of two things colliding,&#8217; as well as to &#8216;bitter-sweet incidents,&#8217; &#8216;puzzles and solutions in affairs,&#8217; &#8216;hard and easy events,&#8217; &#8216;the ugliness and beauty of life,&#8217; and &#8216;the rough and smooth experiences of life.&#8217; The word &#8216;Dang&#8217; or &#8216;Danj&#8217; alone means safe and calm, and &#8216;Fang&#8217; means agitation.&#8221; Finally, the final version of this book, the one you are reading now, was accomplished in the summer of 2021, thanks to the efforts of Mr. Hadi Mashhadi.<br \/>The coherent structure and professional appearance of this book, which has elevated our intentions and purposes, are indebted to Mr. Hadi Mashhadi&#8217;s efforts. Many other friends also helped us at various stages of the work, providing assistance in technical matters such as recording, implementing the text, preparing photos, and more. I am very grateful to them. Lastly, I especially appreciate my husband; without his support, encouragement, and follow-ups, this work would undoubtedly remain incomplete.<\/p><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-10aea6b e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"10aea6b\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-a666967 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"a666967\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-e5f56ed ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-heading\" data-id=\"e5f56ed\" data-element_type=\"widget\" id=\"roya\" data-widget_type=\"heading.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<h2 class=\"elementor-heading-title elementor-size-default\">Roya Narimani<\/h2>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-41bfe91 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"41bfe91\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-20e2396 ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"20e2396\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div style=\"text-align: justify; direction: ltr;\"><div style=\"direction: ltr; text-align: justify;\"><p>The life story of my father is very enlightening and hopeful; his entire life is filled with effort, contemplation, perseverance, foresight, justice, courage, honesty, trustworthiness, simple living, reliance on God, and patience. In his childhood, my father taught us self-confidence, self-belief, self-esteem, high aspirations, and the sanctity of knowledge; based on these principles, he opposed any superficiality, arrogance, or condescension throughout his life.<\/p><p>His moral and character traits were admired and believed in by everyone around him; his spouse, who had a very close and intimate relationship with my father, describes his personality and life as follows: &#8220;The hardships he endured from adolescence, the geographical setting that served as a threshold for his entry into the realities of the time since birth, and the connection of all these with the changes and intellectual developments and historical events of the youth period, made him a diligent and tireless individual. Perhaps for the reasons listed, the phenomenon of trial and error was intertwined with his thoughts.<\/p><p>On the other hand, the depths and intellectual explorations within his personal characteristics allowed not only a reassessment but also paved the way for subsequent openings. All of these, along with his God-given intelligence and talent, provided the possibility of transferring acquired experiences and narratives with considerable details. It is hoped that the collection and compilation of these can be perceived as a legacy for future generations and become a source of joy for his spirit.&#8221;<\/p><p>Our motivation to prepare a book based on the life of my father, as expressed by my spouse, is entirely evident. Thus, we set to work and created a book based on the life story of Baba. This book covers the years from his birth to 1976 and is directly narrated in his own words. &#8220;Dang-o-Faneg&#8221; mostly reflects the social and external aspects of my father&#8217;s life, indicating that family matters are not discussed much. This is because he was more involved in social activities than anything else, a significant aspect of his life. My father completely entrusted the responsibility of the house and children to my mother; according to my father and, indeed, all of us, my mother fulfilled these responsibilities in the best possible way, and my father was always grateful to her.<\/p><p>Even in economic matters and my father&#8217;s business activities, my mother played a determining role. This means that my father could not plan his economic strategies without the support of my mother; she was with and synchronized with my father at every stage. Like all mothers, she spread angelic wings over her children; with her exemplary sacrifice and adaptability, she took care of each one of us.<\/p><p>My father and mother attached great importance to the harmony of the family and were very future-oriented. To describe their future-oriented approach, it is enough to say that a decade before my father&#8217;s passing, they dedicated some assets to their grandchildren and put it in their names. They have advised us to do the same.<\/p><p>The bond and cohesion that my father envisioned have played a role in the tablet of our hearts, minds, and souls. With the help of God, we will preserve this bond in every circumstance; we are intimate and look after each other&#8217;s interests. My father sees us in this way: Abbas with discipline, Roya with respect, and Noosha with emotions..<\/p><\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-dbc9007 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"dbc9007\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-da130b4 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"da130b4\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-ff90a6b ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-heading\" data-id=\"ff90a6b\" data-element_type=\"widget\" id=\"abbas\" data-widget_type=\"heading.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<h2 class=\"elementor-heading-title elementor-size-default\">Abbas Narimani<\/h2>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-789aa9d e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"789aa9d\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-272ae6d ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"272ae6d\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div style=\"text-align: justify; direction: ltr;\"><div style=\"direction: ltr; text-align: justify;\"><div style=\"direction: ltr; text-align: justify;\"><p>My father, Amrollah Nourimani, was the eldest child of the family. His mother was named Ra&#8217;na, and his father was Ali-Akbar; my grandfather was famous as Agha Khan. My father had two brothers and two sisters named Hermatollah, Nourallah, Mohtaram, and Zahra. He also had other siblings from my grandfather&#8217;s second marriage, named Masha&#8217;Allah, Reza, Ali, Tahereh, and Maryam; we used to call their mother &#8220;Aziz.&#8221;<\/p><p>I completed my elementary and high school education in Iran and then went to the United States for further studies. During that time, my father was more involved in social and professional activities, which is why we were closer to our mother; she worked hard for us.<\/p><p>Before leaving for the United States, my father gave me an important piece of advice, &#8220;Respect the laws of any country you go to!&#8221; His advice was very valuable and could be applied to various aspects of life, including social and cultural issues. My father himself always adhered to this principle; he respected the laws and the interests, preferences, and beliefs of individuals, and this was one of the reasons for his success. Despite having administrative and social responsibilities, he resolved everyone&#8217;s work-related problems, regardless of their perspectives. Even if he disagreed with someone and that person sought advice or guidance, he considered it his duty to handle the matter correctly. This belief and approach contributed to his respect in society throughout his life. It was one of the lessons I learned from him, and I follow it; we learned a lot from him. My father has always been a source of pride and happiness for us. Anyone who knows him remembers him with kindness and admiration.<\/p><p>After fourteen years of residence in the United States, I decided to return to Iran and be with my family. During my stay in the U.S., I had gotten married to an American woman, and we had a daughter. After some time, I separated from my wife, which led to my decision to remarry upon returning to Iran. In choosing the right person, my father was very helpful; there were good candidates among the families, but my father emphasized only on the family of my future wife and approved them. My father accurately recognized the special qualities of my future wife; this resulted in having a very good life with my wife and our son. My wife is very active and intelligent; despite her work outside the home, she takes good care of family matters; my father&#8217;s choice was excellent. This also applies to my brothers-in-law; they come from very respectable families, and we are proud of them. My father was always satisfied and happy with their presence in the family.<\/p><p>After marriage, I decided to stay in Iran; at that time, I thought it would be better to work with my father and family. So, we started working together\u2014myself, my father, and my uncle Nourallah. I had a good relationship with my father; we were mostly together during the day, and I am very happy and satisfied with that. During this time, I took advantage of the opportunities, trying to learn from his conversations, opinions, and experiences. One of the pieces of advice he always emphasized was, &#8220;The three of you (myself, Roya, and Noosha), never be separated from each other; be together; even if your thoughts and opinions are different, maintain your connection and solidarity; be together for a healthier life.&#8221;<\/p><p>I always review my father&#8217;s words, examples, and advice so that I don&#8217;t forget them; he shared points that are applicable in all aspects of life. For example, regarding religion, he used to say, &#8220;Religion is good, like an anchor for a ship; if a ship gets caught in a storm in the ocean, the anchor saves it. If there is no anchor, the storm takes the ship in any direction and smashes it against the rocks. Religion has the same role for a person; it saves them from the harm of life&#8217;s storms. A person cannot survive these storms alone; religion, like an anchor, keeps them safe. If there is religion, life is healthier.&#8221;<\/p><p>In the last years of his life, my father lost his voice; he had undergone throat surgery and spoke using a special device. After the surgery, he went for speech therapy to control the airflow through special techniques, but it was challenging for him. For a short time, he wrote down his thoughts on paper until he finally agreed to use that device. At that time, he no longer wanted to speak like before; it was difficult for him to make his voice reach everyone in a large gathering, and others also found it hard to understand his words. He didn&#8217;t want to use a microphone either, but in small gatherings, he still spoke more or less. He had accepted the new conditions and adapted to them; he continued to oversee the affairs of life and manage tasks. My father faced many challenges in his life, but he always remained content.<\/p><p>Recording his memories was difficult for him, but he filled his leisure time with it, and our family paid a lot of attention and time to this activity. It was very beneficial for my father. I stayed in Iran as long as my father was alive. My wife and son had gone to the United States, and after my father&#8217;s death, I returned to the U.S.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-639d94e e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"639d94e\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-ea092d5 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"ea092d5\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-4e32a48 ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-heading\" data-id=\"4e32a48\" data-element_type=\"widget\" id=\"hadi\" data-widget_type=\"heading.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<h2 class=\"elementor-heading-title elementor-size-default\">Hadi Mashhadi<\/h2>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-355569c e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"355569c\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-31f1c37 ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"31f1c37\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div style=\"text-align: justify; direction: ltr;\">\n<div style=\"direction: ltr; text-align: justify;\">\n<div style=\"direction: ltr; text-align: justify;\"><p>Since I learned left from right, the past has grabbed me by the collar; the meaning of the past and all its belongings has been and is fascinating and likable to me, whether it be the image and description of my father&#8217;s aunt&#8217;s about Hercules bicycle and Vernier&#8217;s eight-track tapes of late Kohestani, or the contents of historical books and foreign travelogues and the like. Perhaps two or three decades had to pass before the secret of the past was revealed, for me to know what it is that overwhelms me: the story, the legend, and the narrative. If I were to say these sentences again, I would say that stories and legends bring me to life, shake my head, boil my blood, sometimes captivate me, sometimes make me melancholic, and sometimes even desperate. I imagine that we are more attached to the past and its legends than we can imagine.<\/p>\n<p>In this regard, what initially connects me to this book is exactly what the late Narimani acknowledges: &#8216;Life is all mythology now.&#8217; However, his skill in storytelling is one of the two reasons that make the preparation of this book enjoyable and perhaps unparalleled for me. Mr. Narimani is familiar with the qualities of a story and uses them carefully; he knows the ups and downs of the story, knows where to tie knots and where openings are needed, has experienced each character of his stories, and can make them react and respond. He can turn the listener into an audience, a reactive or even questioning audience, excited and perhaps troubled. But the point is that the late Narimani does not retell familiar stories, such as One Thousand and One Nights or the Seven Labors of Rustam, for example; he is a narrator of the past, a past he has lived himself. Mr. Narimani knows how to turn life into a story or a story into life; because he can easily emerge from the depths of past stories and, in the role of a storyteller with universal knowledge, bring them to life. If he refers to events in which he was not even present, he recounts them in such a way as if he had hidden in a corner and observed the incident from a hidden angle. In short, let the art of storytelling endure; Mr. Narimani is a master storyteller.<\/p>\n<p>In addition to what has been said, another meaning that makes me experience the narration of the late Narimani&#8217;s biography as a precious and perhaps unique experience is some aspects of his character that, in my opinion, are rare today; surely, there is no need to talk about the common currency of this era, as we all know it. And according to what can be seen through the lens of journalism, this phenomenon is global, not specific to the geography in which Mr. Narimani and I have lived; of course, the writer has not lived outside the homeland; in short, etc.<\/p>\n<p>In Mr. Narimani&#8217;s life, work is fundamental and essential, as mentioned in the book text in the early chapters; from childhood, he has accepted and embraced work, not in normal conditions, but in the most difficult situations. He has made his entire life based on it; this practice, or rather, this way of life, has undoubtedly been ongoing in the life of the late Narimani, from Darvan, Borgan, and Karaj, from herding and agriculture to confectionery and real estate transactions and goods selling. Perhaps the opening of a confectionery shop in Tehran by Mr. Narimani with empty hands and even without experience in this field, and how the product of this confectionery reaches the royal court, best expresses the way Mr. Narimani confronted work and, as he puts it, managed the course of life. There are plenty of such stories in this detailed account, all indicating that work is the essence of a human being; in my opinion, this is Mr. Narimani&#8217;s greatest living legacy.<\/p>\n<p>Another characteristic of Mr. Narimani is his concern about social issues; the description of this character will be detailed, and of course, it is unnecessary and futile here, as it is evident from his own words in terms of the qualities mentioned. But the emphasis on this moral feature becomes important when we want to apply it to the current circumstances; today, most people with economic concerns are strangers to the problems that grip society. Only when these matters become important to them is when they want to have political and social power alongside wealth; society and its people are not their concern. This trend is completely the opposite in the life of Mr. Narimani; he is sincere in the face of social issues, actively strives for change and transformation, to the point that, at times, depending on the situation, he puts his economic and personal activities in the service of social concerns. Mr. Narimani&#8217;s goal, throughout his life, has been to build, and he has achieved it, for himself, for his family and relatives, and for the society in which he lives.<\/p>\n<p>The traits mentioned above can be drawn and listed, but in my opinion, these two or three qualities are necessary conditions for a reader who is a seeker; the strong emphasis on work, the comprehensive view of society and its challenges, the dominance of honesty, and the strong emphasis on justice and perseverance are components that, if acknowledged today, will change our society, turn it into a garden. 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