«My Most Beautiful One»

«My Most Beautiful One»

My most beautiful one—

Mother—

has not gone.

The legend of devotion,

the brightness of our moments,

that love, that grace

more patient than heaven itself—

she has never

left.

This enduring imprint

is woven through our very being.

Mother, you are our life,

our hidden love.

You left so you would not see our unrest—

we who, like a candle,

burned in mourning

within a home that still carries your scent,

a home where your memory flows.

Mother,

you whose every spring scattered blossoms—

though you drifted away like a butterfly,

blessed be the paradise

that belongs to none but you.

You are our beloved;

you are our Iran.

Shariati‑Moghaddam, Ali

8 December 2025