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Blessed is the state of Professor Shajarian!
Ehsan Mohammadi
We are mourning ourselves, we have used Professor Shajarian as an excuse to hold grudges, to hesitate. We feel lonely because of the departure of someone who always seemed to be sure that he would stand by us in any situation, side by side, and now we are like an old house whose walls have collapsed and the wind comes and grabs in his heart.
Soroush Sahet tells the story of a man who runs away from Tehran’s smog and takes refuge in a cozy place in the north in order to live healthy. He eats cow’s milk and drinks herbs. But he gets cancer and the bitter irony of the story is that his friend Hamid (who owns a sausage and sausage factory and eats junk food for breakfast), is so healthy that he has taken a young wife, plans to have children and even go to Canada!
Mohammad Reza Shajarian used to climb mountains, he loved nature and flowers and plants, he ate from his garden and garden, and I think he even planted wheat and baked bread from it. But finally he got cancer. It is a bitter joke of the times. It is a strange world. History is full of those who ate the blood of people and nothing happened to them!
I also miss Professor Shajarian, but I wish each of us could live a thousandth of what he lived. Fakhr became a musician, he did calligraphy, he became an excellent cook, he made instruments, he did carpentry, he became more famous to the people than any politician, he was respected all over the world, he was at the top for 80 years, he raised children who are a source of pride, he became the voice of his people, his image. They beat him on the door and wall, broke the fast with his Lord, and now that he closed the book of his life after suffering from illness and left, millions of Iranians are so sad as if they have lost one of their family members. How many people in this country have lived so happily and ended up well? My only regret for him is this strange farewell. That deserves a more glorious send-off than our silent grudges on social networks.
The last word is “Dead is the one whose name is not mentioned”. He is dead because he left you behind patriotic artists, did not allow you to hold a concert and thought he could forget your name, otherwise, Mohammad Reza Shajarian, will be alive until the last day of the world when even one person knows Persian.
Some people have been embraced by God, their love is so deep in people’s hearts that it cannot be erased by any command, frown, or egg, Shajarian is one of them.
Blessed is the state of Mr. Shajarian, who lived a respectable life and lives forever in the hearts of the people of this land, and blessed is the happiness of us who lived in your time and enjoyed your voice.
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