
Photo: Page of my diary, related to Imam’s death
On the early morning of June 4, 1989, i remember i was at the grade two of primary school, getting ready for final exams. It was a cloudy morning in last days of spring, which appeared to be confusing.
Based on a usual morning habit, Mom switched the Radio.There was Quran recitation for an hour that i always enjoyed, but I didn’t understand why mom was being so nervous hearing that. In that particular usual morning, it was like all are ready to hear not very usual news.
While i was behind the door ready to go, they stopped the Quran recitation meanwhile and Mr Hayati who was a young news presenter at the time announced the news:”Today, ‘the spirit of God’* joint the supreme heavens.”
Mom started crying heavily, i sat right on the carpet in front of the door. Ayatullah Khomeini had passed away.
Read the rest of this entry »



The day’s coming. Streets are filled with people. Red is the typical color of most shops; Color of Love: Aritificial Hearts, Teddy Bears, Rose flowers, Chocolate boxes. Good days for sellers as well, to fill their pockets with price of ‘LoVe’!
Fereydoun was born in an irreligious and rich family with no idea about religion. Up to the time he entered high school he was not much involved in politics at all. Being a teenager and the identity conflict of that age made him more interested in human sciences as well as religion.


