Majid died. My uncle, at the age of 53, the exact age his father, my grandfather, died.
Three consecutive massive heart attacks did not let him live the marriage of his three young daughters. In Insfehan, my father at his bed, he laughed and said a few words before his voyage. It is sad but real it is boiling while calming, it is life.
Eight years ago, I lost a collection of best friends in a sudden flood in the North. Since then, death has redefined himself for me, it is scerenity it is life itself, one should water the tears and open up the eyes, one should rethink it.
Although massively breaks my heart but I believe it is a return to the ocean; the return of the soul to the eternity or the body to the wholeness of the nature. Death is Truth!