One is an artist by profession and heart. He sees, lives, and talks music. When he plays, you can stare, but instead, you want to close your eyes and quickly write memories of that music in your heart. When he sits and talks about life, all the corners of his talk are adorned with artistic simplicity. This is when you want to stare at him, but you know you shouldn’t. So you move on… ………….. This is an excerpt of a piece I wrote, entitled A Family Reunion in Diaspora, which was published in Iranian.com this morning. You can read it here. If you are in Iran and can’t access Iranian.com, please let me know and I will send it to you.