مادرم، ... ایران؛ دکتر رضا مقدسی

My mother, Iran
Dr. Reza Moghdisi
Iran, you are the most beautiful mother in the world. With a charming and sensual nature, in the barrenness of the Iranian plateau.
Iran, you are the proudest mother in the world, Ferdowsi, Saadi, Hafez, Rumi and hundreds of thinkers, poets, writers and scientists were proud in your pure lap and invited the world to see your beauty.
Iran, you are the most patient mother in the world who persevered and did not bow down at the crossroads of the events of your thousands of years of history, which is stained with the blood of your brave children.
Iran, you are the richest and richest mother in the world who has always gifted your children with colorful fruits and did not allow them to reach out to Naksan in the most difficult and dark periods of history.
Iran, you are the purest and kindest mother in the world who took all your children from different ethnicities and religions like an oyster and nurtured them like a door and protected them together for thousands of years.
Iran, your white hair is a sign of your ancient history. You are the oldest and most enduring mother in the world. From the beginning of human history until now. Although ill-wishers sprinkled color on your hair and did not keep the sanctity of your white hair (with the movie 300). But your children, Fahim and Rashid, will fly like butterflies to your white hair like snow. They will comb them and they will be guardians.
Dear Iran, you are the dearest God. You are in the heart of the world. Although ill-wishers and executioners throughout history have tried very hard to humiliate you and break the awe and glory of your soul. But Rostam's sword and Arash's bow are with your guard.
My mother, Iran, there is no mother in the world with your position and position. I wish your children would know the history of your greatness and power and not leave you alone.