All artistic community knew that B Rihani patient and fight to the death with him tries. But Bahram Rihani with hope and love life in the struggle with death was a real winner. The artist Sharif as long as the life of thought and hoped and fought for survival. This behavior is a kind of faith. We all know that death is no escape from the shelter only until his sudden we're away. But I have no doubt Bahram Rihani still alive for us. Believe me, I feel just beside him. Looking relaxed and smiling always.
The beginning and end of life. The fate of the man who gave birth to death to life experience. In this line of human life can be such a thing as being a means death to interpret. Culture and religion in our society means the death is not annihilation. Death is a glimpse of the eternal. Although grammy voting it means the death of a transition from this world to another world. Return to the Lord is the death of every human being. At this age, some people who love it and hope for the world to visit. Love and hope the practice grammy voting and art of humans.
B. Rihani who chose art as a way of life that is embodied by the beauty of this world. grammy voting I interpret these stereotypes and not repetitive. When I think of his work do the longest pantomime. Performance on Mount Damavand, efforts to implement a work of art for children with cancer despite being ill and was unable to live all of the news and hopes that their art tried to put a line of this current life with her memory. Art depicting love to live in this world. And B. Rihani who during his life with his art.
Rihani's Mars, which I know now because ease of traveling the world to the other world in this world and go to the artist you love and hope and joy and desire to live a good and thank God I learned from you. Well, God's peace and blessings be with you, that I will come after you. Merciful God for artistic monuments in the world will you people gave me the best reward.
Was born in 1351 in Kermanshah. Inscription house where we long to love Shirin Farhad mountain was shaved. As a child moved with his father's death tragic father's birthplace of Islam Badghrb (Shabad West) had ancestors in the city I grew up. Our city is as old as human genesis and history of ancient unknown to it a few centuries BC. We have seen in the small town and sad wound eight-year war and bombardment left many memories for me. What is my eternal heritage. Children and war. From the time I started writing. This endless pain to this day with me that every time I talk with the novels. I've had a few show business. I published a number of books and articles, and longed to have a lot of work. The play - the story - has written the screenplay and .... anything that opportunity. Only the fear of writing poetry. Who said poetry is the voice of life and death. I want to learn to sing live. And I want to write a long poem in praise of the sun and kindness to contact me at sh.k1351 @ yahoo.com apply.
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