I ﬁnd it my duty and obligation to open this book by expressing my deep gratitude to my mother.
I am forever indebted to her for her devotion, for all her toil and labor in taking care of us with all her heart and soul. It was she who bravely and ardently protected us through the ups-and-downs of life, in good times as well as bad. She always remained loyal to her husband, our father, whose destiny took him to different cities. She was always there to support him. She always provided all our needs and made sure the family thrived. It was she who supported her children, and sacriﬁced herself so they could continue their education and climb up the social ladder. It was she who, through countless sleepless nights, endured the misfortunes that befell the family; who taught her children to stand fast in the face of any hardship; and who taught us to love everyone as we love ourselves. May her soul be treasured in the highest Heaven.
Loving you always, Your son Sasson.
I dedicate this poem, by Saef Oddin Hosseinzadeh, to my mother’s pure soul.
Oh dear Mother, one and only, you who bear my pain,
Loving me more than I love myself, sick of limb and brain:
To sing your praise a hundred books and poems shan’t suﬃce.
Your virtues: subject of my days, and topic of my nights.
ﻣﺎدر ای ﯾﮏ داﻧﻪ وﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺗﺮﯾﻦ ﻏﻢ ﺧﻮار ﻣﻦ
از ﻣﻦ ﻋﺎﺷﻖ ﺗﺮ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ دﯾﻮاﻧﻪ و ﺑﯿﻤﺎر ﻣﻦ
وﺻﻒ ﺗﻮ ﻧﺘﻮان ﺑﻪ ﺻﺪ ﻫﺎ دﻓﺘﺮ و دﯾﻮان ﻧﻮﺷﺖ
ای ﮐﻪ وﺻﻔﺖ روز و ﺷﺐ ﻫﺎ ﺗﺎ اﺑﺪ در ﮐﺎر ﻣﻦ