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 گله ها را بگذار!
ناله ها را بس کن!

 روزگار گوش ندارد که تو هی شِکوه کنی!
زندگی چشم ندارد که ببیند اخم دلتنگِ تو را 
 
فرصتی نیست که صرف گله و ناله شود!
تا بجنبیم تمام است تمام!

مهر دیدی که به بر هم زدن چشم گذشت....
یا همین سال جدید!
باز کم مانده به عید!

این شتاب عمر است...
من و تو باورمان نیست که نیست!

زندگی گاه به کام است و بس است؛ 
زندگی گاه به نام است و کم است؛
زندگی گاه به دام است و غم است؛

 چه به کام و
چه به نام و
چه به دام...

 زندگی معرکه همت ماست...زندگی می گذرد...

زندگی گاه به نان است و کفایت بکند؛
زندگی گاه به جان است و جفایت بکند ؛
زندگی گاه به آن است و رهایت بکند؛

 چه به نان
و چه به جان
و چه به آن...

زندگی صحنه بی تابی ماست...زندگی می گذرد...

 زندگی گاه به راز است و ملامت بدهد؛
زندگی گاه به ساز است و سلامت بدهد؛
زندگی گاه به ناز است و جهانت بدهد؛

چه به راز 
و چه به ساز
و چه به ناز...

 زندگی لحظه بیداری ماست...زندگی می گذرد...

You gave me the first chance to drive a car when I was only 11. You cooked & cleaned and took care of 5 teenagers in your Babolsar Villa for 4 days straight with a nice smile. For a whole season you let me work in your shop in Amirabad to learn the basics of the business. You have always welcomed me to your home with a kind & fatherly manner, both in Tehran & US. You lived as a very Wise & Kind man towards others. I will keep the lessons in my mind and keep the memories in my heart.
Good Bye Mr Raeissi,
Kamyar

When I  was child you were my cousin, but soon you became my best brother. We all called you dadash, which means dearest brother. You were so kind and you were the best dadash in mine and many other peoples worlds.

I love you dadash and I will never forget you.

You are going to live in my mind as long as I live.



Every spring, which is our new year, you are the first flower. Spring has learned from you to be beautiful and kind.

My mother, your aunt, loved you so much. I never saw her so happy as when you came to visit us. She loved you more than anyone. You were my mother's first spring flower.

She would sing for you when you were not there.

Now when you are gone I cry tears for my mother as well. My mother called you Gole man, My flower.

I know you will be coming back  each year when the first flower is in bloom. I will be waiting for you every spring.

I am going to tell you all my stories everywhere. Where I have been and everything I have done.

Tonight my tears are helping the clouds to rain, no they are not tears they are the feeling of love to help the clouds to fall down.

There Is no silence in the night any more, there is only the cry of rain for spring to come soon.

Caspien sea, Alborz mountains and every street in Babolsar cries for you today.

You have so many friends of yours that love you. I want them to know that I talk to you every night and I send their love to you.

They miss you, as I do, now that you have embarked on your final journey. 

Your expressive eyes are like the sun of life, the sun born from your eyes expression.

 

 

Your brother who will never ever forget you. I promise you, I am going to love every one that you have loved.

Sleep tight and I am going to tell your love story to every river, every sea, every mountain, every bird, every three ,every flower.

Soleymanpur.hassan

When I was child, you were my cousin, but soon you became my best brother. We all called you Dadash, which means dearest brother. You were so kind and you were the best Dadash in mine and many other people’s worlds.
I love you Dadash and I will never forget you. You are going to live in my mind as long as I live.
Every spring, which is our new year, you are the first flower. Spring has learned from you to be beautiful and kind.
My mother, your aunt, loved you so much. I never saw her so happy as when you came to visit us. She loved you more than anyone. You were my mother's first spring flower. She would sing for you when you were not there.
Now when you are gone, I cry tears for my mother as well. My mother called you Gole man, My flower.
I know you will be coming back each year when the first flower is in bloom. I will be waiting for you every spring.
I am going to tell you all my stories everywhere. Where I have been and everything I have done.
Tonight, my tears are helping the clouds to rain, no they are not tears they are the feeling of love to help the clouds to fall down. There Is no silence in the night any more, there is only the cry of rain for spring to come soon.
Caspien sea, Alborz mountains, and every street in Babolsar cries for you today.
You have so many friends of yours that love you. I want them to know that I talk to you every night and I send their love to you. They missing you, as I do.

That was last trip. You expressive eyes, are sun av life, sun born from your eyes expression. I wish you were readers of my poetry’s!

Hassan Soleymanpur Sweden 

When I was child, you were my cousin, but soon you became my best brother. We all called you Dadash, which means dearest brother. You were so kind and you were the best Dadash in mine and many other people’s worlds.
I love you Dadash and I will never forget you. You are going to live in my mind as long as I live.
Every spring, which is our new year, you are the first flower. Spring has learned from you to be beautiful and kind.
My mother, your aunt, loved you so much. I never saw her so happy as when you came to visit us. She loved you more than anyone. You were my mother's first spring flower. She would sing for you when you were not there.
Now when you are gone, I cry tears for my mother as well. My mother called you Gole man, My flower.
I know you will be coming back each year when the first flower is in bloom. I will be waiting for you every spring.
I am going to tell you all my stories everywhere. Where I have been and everything I have done.
Tonight, my tears are helping the clouds to rain, no they are not tears they are the feeling of love to help the clouds to fall down. There Is no silence in the night any more, there is only the cry of rain for spring to come soon.
Caspien sea, Alborz mountains, and every street in Babolsar cries for you today.
You have so many friends of yours that love you. I want them to know that I talk to you every night and I send their love to you. They missing you, as I do.

That was last trip. You expressive eyes, are sun av life, sun born from your eyes expression. I wish you were readers of my poetry’s!
From your brother, who never, never forget you. I promise you; I am going to love every one you love. Sleep tight. I am going to tell your love story to every river, every sea, every mountain, every bird, every tree and every flower.
Soleymanpur Hassan, Sweden 2021-dec-10



OBITUARY

Mohammad Raeissi Mashhadsari

February 23, 1942 – December 3, 2021

Kraeer Funeral Home

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