96 years ago on December 12, 1925, a son was born into circumstances that were less than inspiring to him. He wasn’t dealt the advantages of a cultured home or a stirring education.
With boiling passion’s eager haste,
Comes forth the blushing rose;
Shall we not wine like water waste,
Soft dashing as it flows?
Two weeks ago, Robert Enke killed himself. He was the goalkeeper of both Hanover and the German national soccer team. Which one of the Iranian players would do something like that?
A poem by Ali Asadollahi