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In the name of the Almighty Creator and the bringer into being of all beauties
My husband, Ziapour, the essence of history’s existence, whom time had taught how to live, was born in a year of the spring season and on a day of the month of May, in a birthplace that has both the shore and the sea.
He perceived the secret of non-existence and existence from the waves of the sea and its ebb and flow, and took steps in search of immortality. His life was divided into several periods: the period in which he lived within the family, the period in which, with school and family, he was like others, the period in which he powerfully dedicated himself to the independence of his thought, and the period in which he created and directed thoughts from staleness toward dynamism and purpose. It was in this period that he pledged his youth and vitality to knowledge and thought, and partook of the boundless sea of insight, yielded peace to his conscience and refinement to his self, and placed living as giving meaning to love, and compelling intellect to submit to love, in the book of his life.
A man who, with all the shortcomings of his time, with the torch of awareness, knowledge, and dynamism, has had, in his own turn, a worthy share in the light of art. History will never forget him, and undoubtedly his name is registered on the crown of history, how, with love, he mingled with the people of his society and, without pretense, became a pioneer and caravan leader for his people’s capability and wisdom.
My acquaintance with this great man, or rather, the great man of the culture, history, and art of the Ahuric land of “Iran”, began in the year 1960, and in the year 1963, we became committed and harmonious to live together.
During the thirty-seven years of life with Ziapour, my deeply needful nature—which demanded “how he had brought the unbelieving thoughts of his time to belief”—prompted me to delve into his thought, which had taken life in the turbulence of his soul, and to become aware of the facets of his inner being, which had grappled to this extent with the shortcomings of his time and had set his thirsty seekers on the path of knowledge so that they might attain the understanding of the pleasure of living in the crystallization of the thought of the time.
I accepted to take counsel from his words and to be receptive to his advice to the breadth of the meaning of his books—which in art, with all its social, psychological, and historical dimensions, are a treasury of his wisdom—to dispel my ignorance, and in this path, I tried to have my capability, my power, become intimate with my thought.
I hold him sacred for his sincere and devoted service to his society, having strived for a continuous period of six decades to enlighten minds, and this statement of his which he used to say:
“Every moment of a purposeful life requires love, until it comes to rest upon its goal”
May his memory be cherished and his path be full of wayfarers
Shahin Saber Tehrani (wife of Jalil Ziapour)
