
A fond memory
My earliest memory of you goes back 37 years when you were 12. I had just started courting Shabnam and would come to your house to visit. If you remember, those first meetings were quite formal. You were already so smart, with that mischievous spark. You’d noticed I always chose the same seat, and one day decided to do something about it. You cleverly blocked my way and beat me to that chair yourself. After all these years, you’re still the same Shirin to me, Smart and yes, mischievous. I hope you stay that way always.
— Parviz Mostafavi


