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A year after my parents moved to Tehran I was born. In many Middle Eastern cultures, if your first-born child is a boy, it is considered a blessing from God. I was a playful, healthy child adored and fawned over by everyone in my immediate family. My father’s father (Grandpa) grew especially attached to me and I adored him. I was willing to do anything to please Grandpa. At three, being playfully asked by Grandpa if he could have a piece of half-chewed candy I had in my mouth. With no hesitation whatsoever, I removed the candy from my mouth and offered it to Grandpa. Grandpa didn’t want to hurt my feelings by refusing my generous offer so he obediently popped the candy into his mouth. While it may sound disgusting, Grandpa’s act was a symbol of his devotion to me.

My mom and I, when I was about 10 months old only

Sadly, my relationship with Grandpa was short lived. While traveling from Asekan to Tehran to visit us, Grandpa had a tragic accident. As Grandpa traveled along one of the treacherous dirt roads far from Asekan, he fell from his mule while crossing an old bridge and drowned in a raging river. I was three years old at the time of Grandpa’s death.

My father was devastated at the loss of his father. He was enraged by what seemed a senseless accident. Father was determined to do everything within his power so that no other families would be forced to deal such a painful loss. If Ali Omron Kian could have rebuilt the roads himself...it would be done.