Gladly, my heart bears no grudge, not an ounce, Not even a speck as tiny as a needle’s point
If one holds a mote of dust within their heart for me, Let them know, I bear none in return, you see
-Hessami Mahvelati
Biography
I feel compelled to recount this tale for friends and contemporaries, So that it remains not veiled, but known to posterity.
The writer of these lines entered the world at the seventh hour, On the seventh day of the month of Mehr (the seventh lunar month), In the year thirteen hundred and seven (1928), At seven o’clock in the morning, In the verdant and fertile village of Abdolabad-e Mahvolaat, Near Torbat Heydarieh.
I was born into a relatively affluent, religious family, Amidst the laughter and jubilation of my kin, Unwillingly, without choice.