By Syma Sayyah, Tehran
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond that glitters on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
On 2nd April 2003 we lost
a distinguished and a highly accomplished Iranian photojournalist, Kaveh
Golestan, at Kifri in
These mountains and some trees keep watch over Kaveh’s grave, who is with us in spirit because we have not forgotten him and, for many of us, whenever we take a camera to an event we may feel his presence helping us, watching us and showing us what to do or not to do.
Photo: Jassem Ghazbanpour
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.
Ms. Fakhri Golestan
Kaveh Golestan Award
He left us suddenly and very tragically but there is a saying in Persian that says those die who are forgotten so I know that he will always be with us because we shall remember him, but we miss him.
Yadesh geramie basheh hamisheh (may he always be remembered)
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