Always thinking about Iran, the country where I was born, the land I breathed in, I grew up growing up and growing, the land that I kind of love for its people and its nature I have been exciting and is exciting. . Whenever I go through the house, I look out of the window of the bus and look at people and go unconsciously into thoughts that raise my heart rate. I think that these people, the land, have gone through to reach this point? We are not fair, with all the problems that we all know well, our people are still kind.