Today is Sunday 11th May, the weather is gorgeous and sky is bright and clear. The lovely spring sun is shining and there is a gentle breeze which freshens one's crowded soul. Driving eastwards from Tehran I was listening to a tape with soft jazz music, in order to withhold my tears, stay calm and forget why I was going where I was, and pay attention to my driving. But one thought was there and would not leave, all this loveliness around could not be shared with a dear friend no more.
Today is Kaveh's 40th day, as tradition has it some family and friends drove up to his final resting place in Afjeh, a village up the hill in Lavasanak, on east of Tehran. His last home is on some solitary grounds where the air is always clean and sun shines across lovely hills all around. Where shades from fruit tree branches, from the nearby garden, guard his grave and keep it cool. One keeps thinking, as his mother said, that he is there, up on the hill, taking pictures from us on the grounds below. His spirit can be felt so strongly which is amazing. Every time I have been there, I keep hearing him say "don't cry I am not dead" as the poem that his loving sister had sent when I first learnt about this tragedy.
He left us all so suddenly and so tragically. He was a good man, a quite man. Even those who did not care for him because of the line of his work could not deny this. He was a man who helped anyone and everyone. He was a good friend, a wonderful teacher and a great colleague. He also was a man who cared about all members of his family and made them happy and made them laugh. when they would worry about his assignments that was more like adventures and the risks that he kept taking all his life, he would tease them and make them forget about their uneasiness. Kaveh was a former hippy that played electric- guitar in his youth, and years later won great international awards for his work. He worked very hard and covered many international events in areas of conflict. He was respected by colleagues, peers and students alike. Yet, never did modesty and humility leave him. He would sit with a worker in a work tent in the middle of nowhere and feel just as home as he would do if he was at his own home or the best hotels in the world.
The sense of doing good came from deep roots of his soul. He could do no other. His grave ground is like his life. Surrounded by trees and other elements of nature, somewhere peaceful, nice to be, clean, quiet and high up in the hills. There is sense of space there. He never liked be confined, physically or spiritually. When one goes there, you get the feeling that any minutes now he will jump up and welcome you, for coming over. You really feel his spirit circling around. No wonder his wife and son go there so often to find consolation. There is a tiny little olive tree on top, planted by his only son. There is also a big tree trunk towards the end of the pot of land and right in front , as well as a few young trees that can be seen direct from his resting place. He is buried in a piece of land donated by a local man to the local community for burial. He was well known to the locals as he used to go there to walk and to pick wild herbs from the nearby river. You only have to walk a few minutes to get to this river which is flowing with great force, alone and continuously doing its job, as Kaveh did. His mother told me today that he loved his work. The grace that she and other members of his family are showing in enduring this great loss makes you love and respect them even more.
On his grave you see only his name, year of arrival & departure from this world and a simple line which states: "He was killed while documenting the truth". This is carved on a red-brownish stone on the left hand side of the second plot of the grave-yard in Afjeh .
There is to be a memorial in his name tomorrow which has been organized by his friends and his students, so many of whom will never forget all that he did for them. The story you hear them repeat simply shows what a great man he was and what a great soul he had. We all miss him and will not forget him.
Yadesh geramie basheh hamisheh
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