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Last Tuesday, November 13, was supposed to be one of the best nights of my life, because I met my dearest Homayoun Shajarian and the Siavash Band and the beautiful Master Anoushirvan Rouhani in Stockholm, Sweden, and that same day, my dear Kianoush became heavenly. It was a strange feeling between tears and smiles. I shed a few tears during the concert, and when I saw my dearest on the moon and the heavenly voice of Homayoun, I smiled again so as not to upset my dear friends. However, I tried to share a part of this beautiful concert and its atmosphere with you, my dear ones, and I dedicate this post and its pieces to my dear Kianoush, who had the most beautiful and healthy soul of a perfect human being. You are always alive in our memories and hearts and have become eternal in the tired history of our homeland, my brother. Where should I go from this nest that was my homeland? Where should I go? How can I leave this earth? My water and my heart will not leave, my memory will not leave, God, God, from Iran, how can I turn to face the sorrow of my heart, suddenly, you tell me what to do, you tell me what to do, far from this land, far from this sky.