Tour in Iran with Leo; Iranian native dog

2 Hezar Jungle

Zaman Valley

Azoo Range

Bernet Mountain

Asel Mahale

Gilan

Havij Range | Tehran

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

Rumi

Arfe deh

Azoo

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

Saadi

Hamaloon

Maranjab Desert

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

Rumi

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

Rumi

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

Rumi

Verdij | Tehran

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

Rumi

Lavasoon | Tehran

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

Saadi

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Hafez

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

Saadi

Noghre Sar

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Hafez

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

Rumi

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Rumi

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

Rumi

Golestan State | Torkaman Sahra

Kavir

Tehran Milad Tower

Sari | Mazandaran

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

Rumi