By Reza Ganjavi

My father was a great man of honor, wisdom, integrity, compassion, humor, razor-sharp intelligence, kindness and a big deep warm heart. He had a stellar career in law including positions as Supreme Court Justice, and Judge of Judges.

Many consider my father to be a saint. He devoted his life to his family, to helping fellow humans, and to standing for justice and truth. Aside from his very senior roles as a judge, he also held other positions during his long career in law (59 years) such as prosecutor, professor, legal counsel, attorney, cross ministerial posts, and so on. He was offered to be a Minister of Justice under the Shah but he turned it down because he did not want to have a political post. He was completely a-political. The list of his positions is long.

He was a man who respected human values of freedom justice equality and so on, and he was compassionate towards all people, regardless of their race, nationality, religion, etc. 

He was born on the birthday of the revered Imam Ali, and he also died on the birthday of Imam Ali (according to the Lunar calendar, 13 Rajab). His mother wanted to name him Houshang but since his birthday was on this holy day she prefixed Houshang with Amir (for Imam Ali's title, Amir-al-mo'menin), thus, Amirhoushang. His burial was also on 13 Rajab. In Farsi burial is called "khak-separi" which means, entrusting to the earth. His 7th was on a Thursday (shabe-jomee), considered a holy night.

The day of his burial, the 40 degree heat of Tehran dropped by 8 degrees on that one day, and went back to blazing heat the next day. Dad was an angel and had a truly angelic life. I recall so many times on so many occasions hearing people calling him an angel, a saint, an extraordinary person, a “ghazi-al-ghozat”, the judge-of-judges, which he was, and a couple of his close friends even called him "ayatollah" (which he wasn't -- he was not a clergy) to refer to his goodness. Many called him Dr. Ganjavi, though he did not have a doctorate and never claimed to, but I guess he had an honorary doctorate in the hearts of many people.

Over a 100 people attended his burial which is usually attended by close friends. Some days later, hundreds attended his memorial at the Musk of Imam Reza in Tehran.

He was not a man of ceremonies and wished there to be no ceremony but the absolute essential after he dies, but in Persian culture and given how popular he was among so many people, keeping the events small was impossible.

Memorials in Tehran are common and many are not attended by many, and many are attended to impress the survivors, and people show up and soon leave. For dad’s memorial, most people stayed the whole time and people came for him, not to impress us, and people we least expected to see. His reach of kindness and humanity went a long way. There were so much flowers that we had to give many away. The house is full of highly precious and big bouquets sent by many (one estimate at $10,000).

Due to an illness I was not able to fly to Tehran for the ceremonies, unfortunately, or fortunately. Many emailed and called to express their condolences to me, and while I appreciate it all, I was and am in a state of deep quietness and prefer this state, a meditative, contemplative mood, than the hustle and bustle that’s going on in Tehran with non-stop visitors day and night every day. But I would surely have gone if my sinuses hadn’t acted up – I had a sinus infection and couldn’t breath in Switzerland’s clean air – doctor advised against flying – and Tehran’s very hot, very dry, and extremely polluted air might have sent me straight to the hospital.

Dad was born to a widow who had 2 daughters from her late husband and married my dad’s father only to see the chap take off after she was pregnant. She raised dad and her two daughters as a single mother, did not remarry though she had many proposals having been beautiful and from a very well respected family.

She is a story of her own. She played musical instruments at a time when not only music was a taboo but for a woman to play music was un heard of. Her children also played music though none of them pursued it seriously.

I nick named her Manna in my baby tongue mimicking my cousins who called her “madar jaan” (dear mother).

Manna died at the age of 96. Her mind was razor sharp till the end.

Both dad and Mann were highly spiritual. They both went to Mecca several times and this happened before the Iranian Revolution of 1979. Many became outwardly religious to go along the theme of the time, but my family were/are religious  not out of fashion but authentically. Yet, they were never fanatics and have a very liberal, open-minded, practical interpretation of religion, in which being a good Moslem is about being a good, kind person, to help others, to not hurt others, to be correct, not to steal, not to cheat, not to lie, respect others’ beliefs, and other good positive values that every religion promotes. I never heard them say or hint at any fanatic values such as “my way is the best way”, “if you don’t go my way, you’re going to hell”, and so on.

Dad had many friends of different faiths. Some of his best and oldest friends were Armenians. Every year he would write Christmas cards to Christian friends, in the UK, Austria, US, etc.

Dad traveled the world over. Since he was young, he traveled regularly, alone, with friends, on tours, and has seen many countries and continents. We give each other the title of Marco Polo. He used to speak very good English but it got weaker the less he used it. Still, until his last days he would chat in English on the phone with my friend.

Dad and I travelled quiet a bit together. Our recent trips include travels to Portugal, Sweden, Switzerland, USA (Seattle, Boston, New York, Los Angeles, etc.), as well as some domestic travel, e.g. to Kish & Caspian.

Humor was perhaps one of his most distinguishing aspect. He had a great sense of humor, and often joked in daily life, with people he loved, and these were all an expression of love and the joy he felt. What else can I say?

Dr. Bahadori, his physicians and dear friend, sat next to his body as they took him to the graveyard. He said he wants to look after him there too. A special appreciation was expressed by us, for him, at the memorial, and we are eternally thankful for being there for dad, always. They were like each others’ brothers.

Dr. Taghibeygi, another dear friend who was also dad’s dentist, traveled with him many times to the Caspian sea. They considered each other like brothers. Mr. Akhlaghi, lawyer, scholar, author, was another dear old friend who took dad many times to his villa at the Caspian Sea. Dad loved the Caspian and would re-energize himself away from Tehran’s filthy unbearable air. He called it “oxygen-giri” (getting oxygen). He enjoyed riding the bicycle when he was at the Caspian.

Dad exercized regularly till the last day. He would stretch, walk, and so on, earlier on in the park, and lately in our backyard. In his younger days he was a volleyball and basketball champion. Recently we found his basketball 1st place championship certificate (posted on Click here to see pictures of my beloved father, Mr. Amirhoushang Ganjavi

Amu Yadi, another one of his old friends said he was loved by millions, he said his birth, life, and even death, were legends. I did not call many to tell them about dad’s death but I called him as they were very close, and he broke down, could not speak any more.

He had many close friends, such as Mr. Musavi, his old and trusted friend who was like his brother, and Dr. Khosro Faterioun, a great judge, scholar, and a great man.

Dad had no full brothers or sisters. He had five half-brothers and three half-sisters. Among the living, dad was the closest with Dr. Yusef Ganjavi who is in the UK and was the head of Iran’s National Gas Company before the Revolution, and Dr. Ozhand Ganjavi who is a professor in Canada.

Jahangir Mehrkast, my cousin, was like dad’s personal care taker – we are eternally thankful to him for all his kindness. Abbas Hafezi, my cousin, worked very hard for the memorial, etc., said despite the large numbers, the impressing thing was the quality of the people who came – him and a a few others and elders were at the door to greet visitors. Mr. Mohamad Nasab was an old trusted friend of dad who was his office manager at the court, identified the visitors as the highest of judges and respected characters. Even a member of the Guardian Council who was a student of dad was there. Most were reported to have been wearing a tie.

Dad delighted going to a memorial service and seeing many wearing a tie. He liked ties, but after the Revolution ties were considered a symbol of West by the rulers. Still him and most of his friends, wore ties to social events.

After the Revolution, wearing a beard was promoted. Dad was even asked at work to wear it, but he refused. He said, “I’ve been to Mecca 3 times before the Revolution, I am not new convert and don’t need facial hair to show my spirituality.” At most he shaved at night so the next day he goes to work, he’s not cleanly shaved – but you’d see him often clean-shaved, and at most with a 1 day old stubble and never a thicker one.

Dr. Shirin Ebadi, the Noble prize winner was also a student of dad and she called him “ostad” (master) when she would see him and greet him with high respect. Dad recalls that she was his best student and got excellent grades and her papers were impeccable.

His career was stellar. He held many key positions within the Ministry of Justice and many very powerful positions. I asked him not long ago to list positions, so he did, in his incredibly beautiful handwriting despite the stroke that reduced his ability to use his right hand fully.

For many years dad was the head of the first branch of the High Criminal Court of the capital [I was told after his death by a senior judge friend that chief of 1st branch means he is the chief of all the branches].. This was perhaps one of his hardest jobs as he had to deal with some heavy criminals, get threats, make very tough decisions, and be under tremendous pressure from special interest, including embassies, and even his own boss. In every case, he made independent decisions based on what he saw was right, and the right people eventually came to realize this and respect him for it.

He was offered the post of Minister of Justice before the Revolution but he turned it down because that would have been a political position and he always wanted to remain a-political.

When the Revolution happened, dad was a Supreme Court judge and most of the judges in the Supreme Court were laid off but they had to keep some who knew the job, and dad was well known for being very competent in what he did, and he had no political background and had an impeccable reputation. He remained on the job as a result, and continued working and was later promoted to a court where they judge other judges and take cases of complaints against judges, and handle promotions and demotions.

After retiring a few years ago he easily got a license to practice law as a lawyer due to the high respect the Bar had for him, though he never actually took on any cases for money or stood in front of any judges which he felt would be kind of a joke – having been their big boss, and now going in front of them as a lawyer.

Dad was very courage. I was impressed several times in seeing how he handled situations with amazing confidence, gentleness, firmness, and courage.

He had so many amazing real-life stories, about his travels, and also about the many amazing legal cases that had come to his desk, some spanning over 20 years.

The lesson for us was always: don’t take on a career in law; and avoid going to court whenever possible.

Dad was very orderly. He despised chaos and disorder. His desk and closets and room and papers were very orderly. He liked photocopies and took more than one photocopies of key documents as contingency. His moto was "don't leave today's work for tomorrow". He delighted at "paak-sazi", meaning getting rid of excess papers, etc.

Dad was very smart and would capture the full idea from the first letter. When it came to reading people he had an amazing ability to see through people. He recalls a recurring criminal who was busted and brought to dad's court. The guy said, oh, no, not Ganjavi, he's one judge I can't lie to :)

On another account several people said that criminals would pray that they would end up in dad's court because he was known to be compassionate and fair.

Dad had a keen interest in alternative energy and followed developments in green technology. Together, we visited Beacon Power's plant a few years ago.

Dad was very personable and had an amazing ability to quickly befriend strangers. It came from his ease of being with himself, his lack of fear, and most importantly, his affection and compassion.

One year in Switzerland he attended a gathering with me for a couple of meetings and many people were so impressed with him and some ladies came up afterwards, and some much later on, saying your dad is a saint.

We had an incredible morphic connection. At times we dreamed the same dream at the same time even when we were thousands of miles apart. My father and I were one.

Now his body is gone, and I remain quiet. What he’s taught me, all that incredible amount of selfless love he gave me and our family, was so tender, so beautiful that it brings a tear of beauty. Not having been among the circus in Tehran last few days, I have not cried much, but the times that tears came, they were never from sorrow, but everytime, from beauty, of seeing what a beautiful person he was, and what a beautiful life he led, and how beautifully he died.

His secretary remembers:

Dad was against Death Penalty. Always tried to not issue the death penalty for murderers. Often he was in minority when other judges would vote for death penalty. Only in one case he had to issue the death penalty and in that case too the person relieved from death penalty upon getting consent of 

He was a kind of judge who would never get influenced by other but his own conscience. Both defendants and plaintiffs were content when their case was at dad's court that he will be impartial. 

He pardoned a convicted lawyer from losing his license because of sympathy for his 3 daughters that father's bad reputation would be devastating for their marriage, future etc.

Dad went against the order of the minister of justice to invalidate the Lawyers Association's Elections. Two judges, dad and Mr. Mehrali another well reputated correct judge ordered that those elections are valid and Mr. Jandaghi etc. maintained their role as head of lawyer's association. He spoke at dad's funeral.

Dad wanted to retired and asked 10 times for retirement but the minister of justice would not agree. Dad wrote a letter to Mr. Shahroudi. Finally he agreed.  

All judges believed in dad's ruling. They had a great team, Mr Shahrami, Mr. Tadayon, and dad. All their votes were just. "Such judges will never come around in ministry of justice any more."

If he called a chief judge about a case and said I know this case it is such and such that judge would know dad would never say what is not true. 

I have always said that mom was instrumental in allowing dad to reach such heights.


I feel it is disrespectful to his legacy to have sorrow over his death. He was not a man of sorrow. He did not have a trace of pity, self-pity, or other small-minded matters that occupies so many minds. He was an artist in the art of living. He took good care of his body, lived an orderly life, was an absolute light to his own mind, was compassionate and helped his fellow human beings.

Ever since I remember our telephone has always rang by people asking dad for help. If he charged a penny for each unit of his time he spent consoling people, giving them free advice, etc., he'd make millions, but he did not charge for his services.

He helped those whom he felt their rights were being violated, that they're being oppressed. He never helped those he didn't truly felt they were right. He did not approve of attorneys who would take on cases of guilty parties, criminals, drug smugglers, etc. -- some of his friends did that and made millions. He always fought on the side of the good.

He died shortly after my sister took her kids from California to visit him in Tehran. He was absolutely delighted and thanked her so deeply for making this great effort. He gave her an envelope with 500,000 tomans of fresh 50,000 "bills" and offered to pay all her expenses. He already told me he wanted to pay for their ticket. He was up late the night before when they arrived. He saw the kids, then slept again and got up and had breakfast with them, and in the afternoon played with the kids. He told my sister all his wishes have come true, that he has no further desires in life. A couple of days before he had told Neda that when he dies he wants to die in his sleep - to sleep and not wake up. That afternoon he took his normal siesta and never woke up. They say his face was like an angel - that he was.

For sister's coming, mom had the house cleaned impeccably and shopped massive amounts. The days that followed massive numbers of people came - and there was enough food and fruits, etc. to serve them all. I had tentative plans to go there so the family could be together for the first time since the 1979 Revolution took us apart. 'Tentative' is the key word because as good of an idea it was, it did not seem that it would materialize, for some reason, and now we know why.

I am sure if I had gone there, taken him to the Caspian sea where he could get a break from the poisons of Tehran's disgusting air, gotten him to walk more, gave him massages, he would have lived longer, but that is a thought, and since it is speculatively theoretical, it is of no value. I tried to go as much as I could. He sometimes preferred me not to go when there were disruptions in the society. We talked regularly on the phone. He would say the good news would energize him. In fact this was a motivating factor in my life which is no longer there. I always looked forward to giving dad good news of progress, or even news of everything being alright, for him would be good. He said he wanted nothing more than for our well-being.He said when I hear you are fine I become fine.

How often do you meet, how many people do you know, that want so much goodness for you and nothing more than that, and don't expect a trace of compensation? Another tear of beauty flows. My aunts, his two sisters who are not alive, were like that too - just an incredible amount of love. And their mother, Manna, was totally selfless.

I live and lived with death - and so did he - he was so practical - he spoke freely about death as a natural process, without it being a taboo as it is with so many people who try to avoid the subject - I lived with the idea of him being gone one day, and he did too. I did not depend on him. He was not my anchor. As a philosopher once said, if one is not anchored in God, one goes to pieces. He was just a friend, a very beloved friend, a very beautiful friend, a friend who only wanted to give, to give joy, love, wisdom, money, everything that he had, and he's just not there any more, finished, gone, in the form I knew him, but all that he gave, all that he was, is still there, it's still here. His home is no longer in the heart of that big polluted city, but right here in my heart, for as long as I'm alive, and in the hearts of all those whose hearts he touched.


Dad loved children. And children loved him. He befriended them so quickly. I can really relate to this because I can also connect with children very easily -- it's really funny -- you look at each other and sometimes I feel the kid thinks he's looking at another kid -- but just a bigger one :)

When we were young, going out to Damavand or other places outside Tehran, when Tehran was still not so huge and polluted, driving home at night, dad would sing -- one of his favorites and our favorites which we asked him to sing was "Mahtab" by Vigen - he had a beautiful voice. Mom used to sing too -- I still have her soothing lullabies in my ear.

I have known people who have claimed that dad had saved their lives and many whom he rescued from very difficult situations.

He was my greatest teacher -- by the things he said and more importantly, by the way he lived. His gentleness stands out as perhaps his greatest quality -- he was truly a Gentleman.

- Dad's gentleness was very touching. He taught by his gentleness, in the way he moved and talked and acted.
- Dad loved Gstaad -- this charming Swiss village. He befriended the housekeeper and joked later if I could arrange for Hans's widowed mother to would marry him, he could live in Gstaad happily ever after :)

- Dad was incredibly grateful if someone did something for him. In our trips to Sweden and Seattle, two very good friends hosted us, Marjon in Sweden and Kamiar in Seattle. Dad called them several times, remembering their love and hospitality. Anway, both of them are like his own kids. Kamiar, was my guardian when I went to the US, and his dad, the great army General, Sepahbod Karimi was a good family friend of ours. Bless his soul, he was a man of dignity, integrity, and honor, and I loved him dearly. He died shortly after the Revolution (age 71 in 1980 when Kamiar was 21) but Kamir was like my dad's son and he loved dad like his father as well, and we two are like brothers.

- One of the things I was always critical of dad about was his almost blind faith in doctors. I told him the story of Albion who was in his 90's and he said if he had to listen to doctors they would have killed him 20 years ago. Dad did die too young.


- I never depended on him as I try not to depend on anyone or anything. One is not more one so I can not say I am more alone. But I feel a physical connection to the great cosmic energy, the cause (dad) and the cause of the cause (Manna) of my physical presence here are gone. Dad was a great, special, and unique individual -- the kind that do not cross this planet that often.

- He didn't like being needy. We are thankful he didn't become disabled or needy because he always preferred to go than to be in a bed in need of special care all the time. That day, he slept in the afternoon like any other day. And never woke up. Manna used to say "Death is closer than a blink".

- Even dead, he had a smile on his face, and looked content, like an angel.

- He thanked Shadi many times for having brought the kids so he could see them. That all his dreams have come true. He had no anxiety or unfulfilled desires. He died a happy person.

- That morning Shadi called that dad is doing really well, even better than when he was in the US. That afternoon she called that he's gone.

[from rezajournal.com]

- He left in peace, he left in sleep, his heart gradually stopped (doctor said it's the best way to die), before he goes he said all his wishes have come true. I don't know if he knew that he'll never wake up - probably not, but as great as he was, it did not matter because he lived fully, with dignity, with a joy which was always the light in his mind, or a mind which was always the light of joy. His friend said people like him are rare.

- To say he died is such a silly phrase. He did not die. The body that embodied that greatness died. His love and greatness, his values, rationality, goodwill, harmlessness, innocence, utter fearlessness, positive attitude, lack of suspicion, deep insight, contentedness, competence, are qualities that live on and contribute to the wellness of humanity. He did not contribute to sorrow, anxiety, fear, craving, and misery which so many people all over the world are caught in.

- Mom went to see some administrative head. He turned out to have known dad by having been a defendant in a case which was in dad’s court when dad was the head of the first branch of criminal courts in Central district. He recalled that dad set him free with one line. “He wasn’t an ordinary person – one has to say prayers standing behind him.”
- My father, Mr. AmirHoushag Ganjavi was a great man whose legacy lives on in the hearts and lives of those who were touched by his love (mohabat), generosity, grace, loyalty (vafaa), gratefulness (ghadr-dani), humility (metaanat), fariness (ensaaf, edaalat), love (mohabat), wisdom (basirat, zekavat).

- I recall certain scenes vividly. In our first house (pre-age 7), in the backyard at starry nights or other times, our favorite was he plucked by lips like a mouth-harp and pim pim panbeh, shangoole man zi panbeh - to the tune of cotton beaters... Him coming home from work for a 2 pm lunch in summer and wearing his sleeveless under shirt and we played with him - and even rode on his back at times. Memories are a lot but my aim is not to travel down memory lane.

- One of our great hobbies was whenever a ghasedak would come in the air, he would catch it, together we would tell it a wish and puff it away, trust it back to the hands of the breeze which had brought it (this was prior to age 7). It was so beautiful. The memory of it is so vivid. His joy so vivid. Our sharing so vivid that even with these teary eyes I can see them clearly. I don't know what I'm crying. I don't need to know. It's out of love. That same love we shared as we sent the ghasedak away. The same smile which taught my heart how to love. The same seed that grows as the tree of love.

- With dad’s death, I’ve completely lost interest in following news related to Iran. Both him and I followed Iran's news closely. Now I have no motivation for that, though I still click -- but no tolerance for much more than a second or two of news.

Dad delighted at a clean, tidy haircut. He didn't like the undershirt (or t-shirt) showing through the neck of a dress shirt. Overall, he emphasized a well groomed and well-dressed look.
- 7/8/2010 8:29 AM
suddenly dad was there
I said:
pedare azizo khoobam
I knew you’d come back
(like dreams of the lost treasure – but with the difference that I knew his death would come)
He looked beautiful as ever
Dignified and erect as ever
I went to hug him
He was not there – was not touchable – kind of vanished from my arms.
And went on straight
But beautiful and calm as ever
Good and angelic as ever
A body of light that he always was
Content and happy


Whenever I went to Tehran his face would light up with delight. Manna (his mother) told me he has nobody, but me. She knew it. He had many friends, many fans, and admirers, and when working, "flies around the sweet" who did not matter to him. He was ultimately alone. Truly alone in the most philosophical and spiritual sense, being all-one. Specially as he got older he spent a lot of time alone. He was never lonely or bored although he didn't have much of a creative hobby. He liked reading books and did so every day. He liked historical non-fiction, as well as fiction and thriller and everything else that would interest him. He had an excellent grasp of history and political history of Iran and Western Civilization.

He didn't have much of other hobbies. He would exercize regularly and watch special television programs. For a while he would play cards with himself. His humility and lack of demand on life was incredible. He had no tolerance for fanatics and fanatic discussions on television or elsewhere. There was not a trace of fanaticism in his cells.

One of our friends who was a bank branch manager near our house used to say, your father is of a generation, or a class, of a type which is very unique and this country would never see such men again. I agree with him. Him and a few of his close friends who are old and fragile represent Iran at the height of the Persian Civilization, in terms of morality, values, grace, "class", gentleness, reason, affection, fairness, nobility; the nobility which is not of material wealth but of richness of human values, humility and humanity, to the utmost. The kind that perhaps manifested itself 2500 years ago in the Cyrus The Great and the kind of person he reportedly was. Such persons come to earth rarely and often the people closest to them understand them the least. That was also the case with dad. But I understood him and there was no doubt in my mind, ever, about what he was about.

I was trying to get him to write but his treasure chest was too rich to write -- he wrote it by how he lived, how he loved, and how he died.

He wrote a lot during his legal career. He would bring cases at home and study them at night and some were very difficult to judge, so perhaps he wasn't so motivated to write more. He had a beautiful handwriting, the most elegant and graceful I've ever seen.

As a judge, he was very conscientious. I can confidently say he never made a ruling against what deep inside his heart he considered to be true, regardless of how many phone calls and referrals and recommendations he got, no matter from whom. This was one factor in his ability to be thoroughly calm, happy, and have that confidence of truth, confidence of innocence, confidence of having acted correctly. Of course, a difficult case can really wear a good judge down.

He used to say a construction worker comes home, he is physically tired. But certain jobs are not like that and the mental and moral issues can keep one tired...

Last couple of times I went to Tehran, he paid for everything (my flight was free anyway) including my dentist (I wouldn't let him pay for my shopping).  

He was very happy whenever I went to Tehran. Now he's here in my heart. I kiss him in my heart. This tear can not be perpetuated by thought. I do not suppress sorrow, I uproot it. Tears perpetuated by thought as sorrow are disintegrating. Tears of love are cleansing.


- If you love someone so completely, when they die, there is no [reason] to cry. Sometimes some cry when they don't love completely, don't live with death while alive.
- Dad was a realist, had a very direct and fearless approach to what-is.


They've been friends for over 60 years - all about the same age - and they are all among the noblest of people. We did some interviews.


He is in the hearts of his incredibly adorable, sensitive, beautiful, strong, wise, angelic, joyful grandkids, though he is not here in body to see them run around and live so full of life.


I absolutely do not feel he's dead. I feel his presence. Not as an illusion of fantasy or a mind-made matter. It's not him. It's him as part of universal goodness.
I feel quiet and connected. And it seems there is a helping hand and everything is going smoothly.

Talked to two in the bus about problem of smoking. One played violin and understood smoking is like taking the violin tuners and putting it out of tune.

Wrote a lot more but will add later.


Every morning on the way to work dad would recite prayers -- he had his own way -- and in it, he would send / call for protective energy for his loved ones, the house. etc. -- every day I received prayers from him. My aunts and grandmother also prayed for me every day. I am grateful to Mrs. Salehi, Nader's mother, who has said she includes one in her daily prayers, which I very much appreciate.


Dad had an amazing ability to befriend people. This ability, I believe, was due to his inner clarity, inner happiness, inner goodness, compassion and love which he felt for his fellow human being.


Dad's great sense of humor was rooted in his inner happiness which was rooted in his utmost goodness, fearlessness, honesty, clarity, greatness. Greatness. Father was and is Great.


I do believe that doctors killed my dad -- not intentionally -- and it was not their fault -- they had utmost care -- it was his fault for trusting doctors too much. The best thing doctors would advise him of would be to leave that sick, polluted, disgustingly dirty city, Tehran. A beautiful city, a lovely city, which has been destroyed by pollution.

Dad didn’t want to take so many firkin medications. You give so many flippin pills to a healthy person they get sick let alone an old man. Mom said he would say I don't want to take all these pills, I'm sick of them, but she said doctor gave it.


Come home for lunch - hot summer - cold taalebi - we jump on his body wearing his rekaabi. 

He was not rich but he'd buy everything we wanted. 

There was not a trace of vulgarity in him - gentleman in every way. 

Things would have had to get extremely bad to get him mad. I perhaps remember him shouting at me twice in his whole life. 

Dad liked backgamman and was very good at it.


Father came to one's sleep last night - or was it my imagination? He was singing, most beautiful melody. I woke up to it. Had  no recorder or instrument to capture the melody. It was peaceful and beautiful and he sang it with joy as ever, like a bird which is set free from the bondage of the mortal body, from doctors and their stupid medicines. He sang it with joy. He was there. I woke up and could almost touch that singing energy.

Thank you Father for your song.


Feeling united with the Father.


Not long before he died, dad took mom to kannone vokalaa and interoduced her to the managment who were very respectful.


he was ticklish like his mother specially under his chin was a favorite place to kiss for both of them to make them laugh. He was so sweet, so incredibly sweet.

he was full of joy, I rarely remember seeing him angry.

He delighted at peace and friendship. children will tell me and my sister that we always have to be united. As adults, no matter what, he would respond positively to a white flag which was a kiss.

as children he kissed us a lot which is common in the culture. even as adults he would still kiss us a lot and we kissed him a lot.

He did not hold grudges against people, but stopped associating with some of his old colleagues as their lives went different ways. Usually it was around values. For example some of his friends who were  lawyers or ex-judges who became lawyers, would take cases which dad would never touch,  Like defending criminals who were guilty. Criminals defense could be very lucrative financially. But father could have never defend a criminal no matter how much money he could have made. Some of his old friends would come to him expecting him to help them defend criminals which he obviously refused, and he stopped associating with such people, even though they were old friends.


When I want to see the father, I look at the sky, at something eternal.


I am convinced that our lives will be judged on how we touched the lives of others. I know your father raised a fine young man so he is probably sitting in "The Light" right now!


I don't think I ever saw your dad no smiling that broad smile along with his silver white thick curly hair. He will forever be in my heart, and in my  memories. My deepest condolences on your dad's Sal gard, I really do miss him, and loved him very much. It breaks my heart how many people I lost last year whom I loved deeply, your dad being one of the toughest to hear of.

Amu Khosro said his brother-in-law died very young by heart-attack at "baaghe-gol" (flower garden) -- he was healthy and strong. His mother and family were devastated. On that day the mother asked to see my dad out of all people in her house. Khosro wondered. She told him later that seeing my dad gave her calmness. "There was something in your dad which caused people tranquility and closeness to him".

And then these fukin doctors put him on zoloft because x or y are too complex too stressed and burdened by too much self fulfilling prophecy and other limitations of thought and its divisions that they did not understand him. I did. I was perhaps the only one aside from his mother who understood him, I dare say.


He's buried in a family aaramgah - maghbareh (English?) -- a private one bought my Mr. Khaloghli - him and his wife and sister and my dad's other sister and my dad and Manna and Dr. Yahyavi are burried there. My mom asked them to make my dad's grave 2-story. Shamsali described how it's done - and the process of washing the dead person before burial. Then he's dried and wrapped in white cloth except his face and eyes which are open for people to see him under the ground -- the cloth was brought from Makkeh I think. Mom and Shadi couldn't handle seeing any of this. His face was still beautiful and "taro tamiz".

His dead body is just as anything dead -- far from what he was -- the greatness -- the virtue -- the compassion -- the gentleness -- the goodness -- the freedom -- the peace -- the ethics and morality which are so rare in today's world,


Mom told x, what he left behind for us was a good name, honor, dignity, heisiat, aaberoo -- these are things money can not buy.


Dad possessed the high virtue of gratefulness. Dr. Yahyavi taught him some shoulder rotation exercizes and dad was very thankful repeatedly… 


Cried when came home and thought iterated: no more dad who is asleep. Thought quiets down quickly when it sees its own limitation.
Instead of the pool of misery which many people contribute to, Father has joined the pool of good.
I feel connected to Father and his goodness.
It is very fragile, precarious, like a blade of grass or a smile of a child, so it needs to be guarded with care.
It’s a very deep and delicate subject and we must enter it carefully.
it hit me twice today - all of a sudden - with memory of him - eyes wet - end of thought - flowering of love
Had a very powerful beautiful unexpected "dream".

Dad used to say, no matter what, no matter where you are or what you do, remember you always have a home, a house, this house is your house.
A tear of beauty comes.


7 Nov 2010 5:35 PM

He was such a beautiful man, such a gentle man. We traveled a lot together. One of the places we went many times together, all my life, was Shomal “North” – the Caspian Coast.

He loved the Caspian, the clean air, he would recharge his oxygen, go for walks, etc.

Walking down the hill today, in Switzerland, singing “Dokhtare Darya” (“girl of sea”) I burst into tears – could not get past the second line despite many trials – the melody is all about the Caspian – and the feeling of this most beautiful sea (world’s largest sea) and dad’s gentleness, his love for the place, and most importantly, his presence.

Dad’s presence was so precious. He was deeply happy and peaceful. He didn’t bother even a small ant. A symbol of gentleness. He was bothered by the disharmony of some people around him, and the polluted corrupted culture of a big city, and jealousies of  some and those who tried to cause trouble for him because he wouldn’t conform to their wishes to break justice; nevertheless he was deeply happy and possessed a quality of insight and love, sweetness, tenderness, as reflected in his humor and peace, that is very very rare.

I managed to sing that song all the way through with long bursts of cries – I had not cried this hard since he died – I have not cried much at all actually – just a few short bursts; this was the longest and most intense. I feel his love and tenderness in my heart.


13 Nov 2010 -- from www.RezaJournal.com 

Dad went too early. Like the scent of Linden flowers that come and go, fill the earth with their subtle penetrating drunkening fragrance, and suddenly disappear. That pool of goodnesss has not gone. It's here but it lost an important body. He was an embodiment of goodness, no doubt. I feel regret in some ways but regret is of the past and it can not change anything. Perhaps he could have been better taken care of. Perhaps we should have had him under a doctor's supervision in Switzerland. And how I regret allowing him to fly alone. But after all this he was ok. He has had a weak heart for a long time and there was not much that could have been done that wasn't done. And most importantly, he was happy, and he died a happy person.


-- from www.RezaJournal.com 

Dad had a big heart – a big big heart – it melted away everything that came in contact with it – his heart was lightened by the light of his great mind. 

Thinking of H, remembered dad’s love for mom’s mom – pure love – pure greatness – it was so intense – it was so real – his voice – his heart – his love – his smile – his presence – so strong – so every lasting as though it is fully absolutely here – that love has not died a bit – has not even weakened like the warmth of sun on a building at night – that one had to sit quietly – in nothingness – in strength of pure energy of presence – and that otherness, that nothingness, that immeasurable love was here, is here, and it filled the room and the mind and every thing. 


Good singing on the walk. Came to a song that reminded of Shomal - Shadi and I in the back of the car listening to Beatles Rock & Roll Music album (a compilation with silver cover that had come out around that time). And remembered dad's presence. He truly was an angel. His energy's vibration was peaceful loving wise. A gentleman to the utmost meaning of the word without a remote trace of vulgarity whatsoever. Just remembering that beauty in the form of a far distanced memory, and feeling that quality of that energy which is still very much still here, integrated in the core of my being, gave rise to tears and sobbing of beauty and went on. It was ignited by memory but thought did not give it continuity, and in fact stopped the sobbing, not intentionally but naturally after it went on with another song and its lyrics of love and togetherness and distance. He is not far away. His goodness, that rare quality of total beauty is very much alive and right here. 


- I used to love to give good news to dad. He'd be thrilled to hear from us, and to know we're fine, and to hear good news from our progress and so on. He used to say our calls would energize him, to know we're fine would give him powerand joy. Now he's not there to give good news to. He is. He is part of the totality of universe. A leaf is gone but the tree is there. In silence there is connection. When there's connection it also embraces sound. Sound can not produce silence but sound can come out of silence. 

woke up with cry of beauty of what a life he led. I have not ever met such a beautiful life-artist.

What happens when someone with whom you have a deep morphic connection dies?


Very kind of you to send this file. How did you find it? Google?
As you may have noticed in the document he attached two of his positions he held simultaneously are mentioned. He was the main member of the high disciplinary court of judges (second to the chief who was the second most powerful in the ministry of justice (he was a good man, Ayatollah Marvi -- he passed away a few years ago -- He relied on my dad fully for the court's decisions as my dad was the most senior (and had more judicial experience than his boss) and told him that he signs anything that my dad signs. In addition as stated in the document you attached, he was a member of the "heyaate tajdide nazare entezamiyeh ghozat" which is above the supreme court and consists of 3 members, one being the head of supreme court, my dad, and another person.  My dad was not a clergy -- he was clean shaved and he belonged to no political factions whatsoever. He travelled the world, spoke good English, was a just, fair, compassionate, affectionate, happy man, and he was an open minded, free thinking human without a trace of fanaticism.

- Very kind of you to send this file. How did you find it? Google? As you may have noticed in the document he attached two of his positions he held simultaneously are mentioned. He was the main member of the high disciplinary court of judges (second to the chief who was the second most powerful in the ministry of justice (he was a good man, Ayatollah Marvi -- he passed away a few years ago -- He relied on my dad fully for the court's decisions as my dad was the most senior (and had more judicial experience than his boss) and told him that he signs anything that my dad signs. In addition as stated in the document you attached, he was a member of the "heyaate tajdide nazare entezamiyeh ghozat" which is above the supreme court and consists of 3 members, one being the head of supreme court, my dad, and another person.  My dad was not a clergy -- he was clean shaven and he belonged to no political factions whatsoever. He travelled the world, spoke good English, was a just, fair, compassionate, affectionate, happy man, and he was an open minded, free thinking human without a trace of fanaticism.

Even after his death his goodness continues. He had reviewed J's case and was convinced the defendant was guilty of fraud. A year after his death, the judge found the defendant guilty, overruling lower court's ruling, in favor of J.


3 May 2011

had a powerful dream
one of those dreams that's more than a dream
dad had come back
in same clothes
in that little room
on his bed
how could he come back ?
b/c he's an angel

even as i woke i could feel the love 
i was smiling
i could feel him
what a sweet meeting it was
but it's not over
he is of love
and he is here


26 July 2011
Dreamed of him at times - always very real. After a hard day and taking big risks - dreamed he had called - heard his voice - so alive - and woke up - and started crying - thought had given continuity - then it stopped - stopped crying and went back to sleep. In a way, I know he cares - him being love, an angel, cares. 

There were other dreams too -- wrote them elsewhere... 


In June we had a memorial for him in Tehran - - it was very powerful. 

Warren Buffett said the following about parenthood. It is the story of my father - the angel who loved me as a child, as an adult, unconditionally, and still, father's love is the perfume that  enriches life.

In an exclusive interview with Yahoo! News and the Huffington Post, he credited his father with teaching him how to live, and explained that all parents can make a "better human being":

"The power of unconditional love. I mean, there is no power on earth like unconditional love. And I think that if you offered that to your child, I mean, you’re 90 percent of the way home. There may be days when you don’t feel like it — it’s not uncritical love; that’s a different animal — but to know you can always come back, that is huge in life. That takes you a long, long way. And I would say that every parent out there that can extend that to their child at an early age, it’s going to make for a better human being."

Speaking of the late Mohamad Reza Shah Pahlavi, it used to be customary that high judges used to go for salutations to the Shah, called "Salam". This event took place 4 times a year (on New Year's Day, Shah's birthday, and two religious holidays. The order of appearaces from the least to most important (in eyes of the Shah) were clergies (e.g. Behbahani, Tabasi, who were part of the palace), senior executive branch representatives, then senior judges, then military (which Shah considered as most important since he ran a dictatorship). A few great judges, including my father, Dr. Paydaar, Dr. Najafi did not bow to the Shah during the hand-shaking ceremony.

We have a picture of this where other judges are bowing to the Shah but my father didn't -- a sign of his freedom, and impartiality. On that note, at some point, the Shah who was becoming an increasingly a dictator in a corrupt system, did not like the justice ministry. Dr. Fateryoon, whom I call uncle, was part of the committee to rewrit the civil code. During that time, the Shah tried to eliminate the prosecutor's office, like in some Arab dictatorships, to make the justice system more militant (increasing police power), etc., which is off topic here. On another occasion, the Shah was not happy that a judge sent authorities to take measurements of the land of Sa'd Aabad Palace (Shah's palce) because a woman had filed a complaint that Shah's father Reza Shah, had taken her land to build the palace. Shah settled with the woman. On one occasion, Shah called judges either thieves, communists, or useless. This was a terrible insult of a dictator who couldn't stand the impartiality of justice department, which by definition was there for rule of law and not rule of Dictator.

The Shah's Palace tried to influence judicial decisions. My dad also received a note from his boss, the Minister of Justice, that the Palace has sent a request to ... -- dad did NOT bow. He still ruled for justice and truth. This is how clean he was. 

Having been in such high positions he could have made millions if he wanted to but he was content at his civil servant salary and never accepted any bribes though he was offered them (sometimes very big bribes) so many times. He did some consulting work from time to time which supplemented his income. We were upper-middle class, always had everything we needed. But never rich or poor. His riches / our riches were moral, character, integrity, honesty. 


A person of dignity (ensane sharif), a great man (marde bozorgavar), it was impossible to compare him to anyone - it's not possible to think of a second or third person like him -- he saved my life in the worst of conditions -- I owe my life to him. His name was great and in the hearts of everyone and it will remain great. His blood is in your body. Even the way he died was a story. 

Please accept my condolences. As you know, I loved him so much and respected him immensely. We had such a great time with him a couple of years ago. I am glad that he could make it to < >
for the short stay. I have learned many things from him and am sure that you have been proud to have such a fantastic father. He was truly a man of high ethics with a great sense of humor. He will be missed by all of us.

When I was 12 years old, my father suddenly at the age of 52 died. It was a great shock for my mother and six children betweed age of 20 and 8 years old. Those days we were very sad. I recall that your Dad was visiting us frequently, bringing us joy and   happiness,he always had  smiling face, joking with us, providing to my mother a great deal of emotional  support. The happiest moment of those very sad days were the time  your Dad was visiting us.
I have many more good memories from your Dad, I hope I will be able to see you one day and share with you. 
We were all blessed to have him in our family. 
For all the good things he had done in his fruitful life, I am certain he is in a better place now. 

You can literally say your father freed a slave, and the proof is me. [a lawyer who lost his license to practice law and dad got it reinstated due to affection for his three daughters. He called to express his gratitude]:

The most important, the most dignified [sharif] person I knew. He was my backing. 

He would bring happiness.

Really everyone liked him.  
Everybody loved and respected him.

I am very sorry about loosing Mr. Ganjavi, you know how much I loved him.

Please accept our deepest condoleances. He was a great father, husband and cousin. We will miss him for ever..

I'm very sorry to hear about your father.  Time brings both joy and sorrow into our lives.  Some philosopher said he spent his life leaning how to die; another replied that he spent his life learning how to live.  Be thankful for his life and for the good genes he bequeathed to you.  That was a great great gift.  

He was such a great man and its obvious from the memories that he has left behind.  I’m sad that I was not around him the last 30 years.

Your father was very dear to me and I shall miss him. 

We lost a great friend.

I want to express my deepest sorrow and sympathy for the loss of your esteemed father, to you and Shadi. 

After my father, I have brothers but Mr. Ganjavi was my everything.

I feel my back has emptied, with nobody else to rely on. 

He always brought happiness to our house

Reza, Ironically Marjan was talking about amu just a few days ago telling me how much she loves him and sharing stories about when you guys came to Sweden to visit her and how much that really meant to her.
- I admire your love for your dad and loved what you wrote about him that Marjan forwarded... 
- Amu Ganjavi was a great man and you should be so proud of your heritage.  I know as much as we try to think logically about these events of life, it still hurts so much to lose someone so instrumental in creating you and making you the person you are.  But we can take comfort in the fact that those good qualities he instilled in you will live forever.

What a beautiful writing about an amazing man. We truly enjoyed meeting him...

Sorry about your dad, hope you are feeling better. Your testimonial to your Dad was very eloquent and heartfelt! 

Reza, Let me be one amoungst the hundreds of people who have come forward to tell you of their memories of your father.   I, too, had immense respect for him (as well as a secret crush since i was a little girl!).  He was a kind and lovely man who lived a life with integrity.   I read what you wrote about him this morning and couldn't help the tears.     Your dad and his gentle unconditional love for you and Shadi, reminds me so much of my dad.    He adored you two.... 
Please send my love to Shahrooz and Shadi.   I celebrate his life through my memories and hold you all gently in my thoughts during this difficult time.
Much love.

Reza Joon. I am speechless. How beautiful you were able to illustrate his personality. You did a great job. You may consider writing a book about him? Yes, in fact he was an angle and a shine to his country, family and friends. Love,

We lost a jewel.

He was indeed loved by so many people.  I think mostly because he had this amazing capacity to love.  He lived a good life and left a wonderful legacy. 
He will always remain in our hearts. We all loved him and will love him.

The day he died my "back got empty" [i lost support]. We lost a great one. A rare personality.

Since age 16 when I met him, I loved him. 

The entire bar association is indebted to Dr. Ganjavi – if it wasn’t for him they were going to destroy the bar association. 

The whole world loved him...

Sharif tarin adami ke dar zendegim mishnakhtam - tanha ensane sharif... (he was the most noble of anyone I ever met -- the only noble person).

We miss him a lot.

Mr. Rahmanipur: "a whole group of people are thankful to Mr. Ganjavi -- we are forever in his debt"  (dad helped a big  group of people whose residences were sold without them knowing by some criminals, get their homes back).
Mr. R contined: "Mr. Ganjavi saved 40 families - they always pray for him - may light shine in his grave"

He taught by forgiveness.

We all wish to have this kind of death..

- He lives in the universe.
- Yes, I feel him.

My dear cousins - I thought about you a lot yesterday remembering that it was on June 24th 2010 that your much loved father died so suddenly. He was a much loved uncle and like you I miss him.

P.S. Thanks for sharing the photos. What an extraordinarily handsome man he was - in his middle age he looked just like Christopher Plummer! That generation... they had such elegance and charisma.

I was very sorry to hear of your father's passing. I met him only once at a K meeting and was very impressed by the soft and gentle person he was. 

It seems like a young person has died, this is how sorrowful people are. 

1000’s of people have called. 
Rock picks its head from earth and praises him.

Even for his death he pulled an Ace (hatta baraye mordanesham aas roo kard).

I sincerely condole myself and you for having lost your bozorgavar father. My back emptied. In this society I became without anyone (bi-kas). I congratulate that your dad lived with honor (aghayooneh) and left the world with honor.

Your dad’s memory is always in our mind.

baa-ese eftekhare shomast ke yek hamchin pedari daashtin. He was so good anything I say about him I have said less.

He was such a good person that he had such a comfortable death.

He was a man of civility and understanding.

I am very sad at the news that your father passed away. He was a true friend, a knowledgeable and honest judge.   He helped me a lot when I had problem  when my property was illegally occupied preventing me to sell. 

We lost a jewel (2).

I really enjoyed reading about your dad on your website... A lot of the stories I hadn't heard before. I spent a lot of time with him on both my trips to Iran- especially the second trip (when I was 21) and will treasure all those memories... He used to tell me about his travels.  And even sang me songs on the drive to Shomal because the car didn't have a working radio (that was the trip when I was 11 years old). My favorite was when he sang Michelle...

Motevaze-e daneshmand paak mehraban (humble, scientist, pure, kind)

He called. He said he lost  his law permit and dad, with hemmat, morevvat, istaadegi, mardanegi (effort, kindness, perseverance, ‘manhood’) your bozorgavar (great) father took care of getting it reinstated. I got my lost salary back, was able to practice again, etc. – he gave me life – you can freely say: my father also set a slave free, and I am the proof. That good natured angel. Don’t forget, you’re the son of a man who set slaves free. The world, mardanegi, was proud of him (be vojoodesh eftekhar mikard). I should have carried his coffin on my shoulder. He was sireye salamat and sireye sa-aadat. (then he recited an Arabic verse, perhaps from the Koran) which meant: “he lived with dignity and he died with dignity”.He said you’re the fruit of the tree itself – you fell under the tree not far away.. I asked if he has children. He said three daughters. I knew the story from another friend on how dad helped him because of the future of his three daughters...

He was a good human, a real human. 

I was very sad to hear of his death last year. We very much enjoyed the time we spent with your parents in Tehran in 2002.

Dr. Amirhoushang Ganjavi - was the greenest person in this world. May his soul be happy and his memory cherished. Mojgan and Dr. Hamid Mazaheri

We always remember his love and goodness. May his soul be happy

I heard the sad news. This is sad for the entire country; your father was a great asset. My condolences. 

Reading about him, it's evident that he was a great man and very much loved by those who knew him.  Please accept my condolences and thanks for sharing your writings and memories of him.  I enjoyed reading about him.

We are not going to forget him.

We must condole the world.

He read this file and called -- that you made my day -- that it shook me up -- that you showed that you're a real son, and deserve to be the son of such a great man -- "may your hand not be tired". His name will always be remembered with greatness. May god protect you.

Dear Peter
Many thanks. It was a shock but then again we both lived with death all the time. And his happiness and lack of suffering or pettiness of thought and its anxieties was amazing. 
Be well

i hope your father's departure will bring you not only sadness, but a new energy, a good feeling, for all what he has given you and shared and for the legacy of yourself and the great things that you will continue doing ahead!...

Thank you for sharing. I saw his pictures and read about his amazing, fulfilled life. What a great person. I'm not surprised. You're his reflection; a great human being.
It's great that you had such a love and affection for your dad. It's rare these days. You're both very lucky. 

A friend of his recalls:
First Branch (Shobeye Aval) - all criminal files are sent there and they assign it to other branches. Dad was the head of it. He was the youngest judge to head the criminal courts.
What a powerful man he was
Y's friend killed a kid in a car accident - the parents of the kid didn't care (they had many kids) and they agreed to accept payment in lieu (normal in Iran justice system before and after the Revolution) - dad set it up so the driver didn't go to jail for 1 day - they got reza-yate family and paid them. 
Dad was not into politics - the others were into hezbe toodeh
Dad was sporty but wasn't into heavy sports. He was a basketball and volleyball champion (has certificates/awards).

I send my condolences, you know that I loved your Father very much. 

I hope the memorial is everything you hope it will be and a true tribute to your father. I remember him with love and tears. Please give my love to your mother and Shadi.
He was indeed a caring and unique person. 

I wanted to exprerss my condolences. May his spirit be forever well, his memory remain forever alive, and his place remain warm in the hearts of his dear ones.

I just heard about your Father's passing, and I'm very sorry.  I missed the opportunity to meet him when you visited, but I heard many positive things about him from those that met him.  The comments you shared with me about him when we were together in London made me appreciate his strength, conviction and independence; the same characteristics I see in you.

He was a wonderful person.

He was a very special person.

Few weeks back, I read your writing about your father (bless his soul) and was moved how beautiful your writing is and how easy to understand it. I enjoyed reading it and really moved by how great your father was and I see that in you. My god, you are amazing. Take care and don’t forget when you are in USA, give me a buzz. 

I am soooo sorry.he was a GREAT man.I really mean it,and I always knew how much you love and respected him.he will always stays in our hearts

Your dad was one of the nicest people I knew. My deepest condolences on the loss of your father. Please send my heartfelt sympathy to dear Shadi and dear Shahruz. May he rest in peace.

Reservoir of goodness. It remains.

He was the most good named Judge of this country.

Sad to hear that your father passed away. I think it was 2007 when I saw him in Saanen, a gentleman I can say without having talked a word with him.

That was a very loving and touching writing about your father. His kindness touched many lives. You are a reflection of what he was. 
Attached to this email is 'In the Tree of Life...' verses I kept with the thought of my mother's passing. Hope you get the consolation I get when I read this. "In the Tree of Life…Our roots are forever intertwined. With their last breath those we have greatly loved do not say good-bye- for love is timeless. Instead, they leave us with a solemn promise - when they are finally at rest in God, they will continue to be present to us whenever they are called upon. Let us not grieve -beyond letting go - for in the Tree of Life their roots and ours are forever intertwined."

- have read the first parts of your writing's beginning - had to stop. It's too moving... can't see anything on the screen 
- the writing is brilliant. A wonderful memorandum.
- He was KINDNESS in person.... 

When he found out we're talking about Mr. A.H.Ganjavi he started praising him  --  that he's an Emam - if we're going to stand behind someone and pray we stand behind him. Etc Etc and recalled how dad helped him at a hard time during his life. 

Dad was a man of love and goodness. His deep love for life and people, and his incredibly bright mind, was a light in this world. People like him are rare indeed. 

Reza Jaan I am sorry to hear about your loss. After watching some of videos he seemed like a good  man.  I know how this must feel since I was in the same situation a few years back. All the best... 

Hello dear Reza, Sorry to hear about your Dad, I do remember him well & he is going to be missed. I love to see you next time you are in the state, so plan to stay with us for a couple of days. I want to show you off to my kids! Have a great day!

I am so sorry about the loss of your father.  Please accept my condolence to you and your family. Roheshan Shad. I lost my father 6 years ago and I was in California and he was in Iran, and still hurts me, when I hear someone to loose a father.  No matter how old they get, they are still your love one :-(  but I can feel him around us.  sometimes I can even hear his voice. I know for sure he is with us. His words and wisdom lives with us. 

Your father sounds like he embodied all the best values of a judge - we don't have enough people in the U.S. criminal justice system with that combination of skills and principles.

My deepest condolences to you my friend. My father passed away about 5 years ago and I can feel you. May he rest in peace in a much better place. Yours truly,

Sorry for your loss.  Sounded like your father was a great human being. Ravanash shad, 

Hi Reza, I am so sorry to find out about your dad…

Reza Jaan: Please accept my condolences.  The loss of a parent is always a reminder of the fragile nature of our lives.  I hope that he lived a full, happy and stable life.

Reza jan, My belated condolenses for your dad. Hope you managed the Iranian funeral well. My mom passed away exactly two years ago and dealing with memories of Beheshte zahra overwhelemd me. 

Hi Reza Joon: I am so sorry about your dad and please accept my condolences.  

Dear Reza, It was a pleasure also for me to have met you again .
I have a very high respect for you father because of his character and his humanistic achevemrnts in his life.
This respecte goes now for you..

Zayeeeye bozorg keshvari 
(Your dad’s death) was a disaster for the country. [za-ye-e-ye- bozorge keshvari bood]

Reza jaan, I'm very sorry to hear this. I didn't know. My condolences to you and Shadi and family.  I read up your site and pictures of your dad. He was very distinguished and had a very full active life.  I can tell you are very proud of him and feel so close to him. I can relate to that cause I feel same about my own dad.  I guess its been now 40 years since birthday parties at your house and your dad pulling me out of the pile. Wish I could remember my childhood better so I could remember that event. Hang in there buddy. I send you lots of warm wishes and light in this sad but introspective time you're going through. Keep me posted of how you're doing, if you wish.


Manim Aziz Dostum. Aqaye Ganjavi,
It is clear, he was the person of dignity and real symbol of Azerbaijani Culture as nice part of rich Iranian Culture. He did efficiently his duty for society(See attached file). Many similarities to my late father.
He visited the Karbala. This month is Moharram and if you would like to have a Thursday (shabe-jomee) here, please do not hesitate to contact me. It is my duty to that for respectful people.
Allah rahmat elesin.

Mr. M said: not everyone deserves this kind of death (the beautiful way dad died).

He was a university, a free university for us.
vasfe aaghaye ganjavi tamoomi nadaareh 
aaghaye tamaame ma-a-na bood 
heyf shod. be khodaaye ali maadare donya oonjoor mard nazaaideh bood 
raft o maaro bi sarparast gozaasht

جناب آقای رضا گنجوی 
با سلام و تشکر از ای-میل محبت آمیز شما
پدر شما امیر هوشنگ گنجوی قاضی شریف دادگستری از دوستان بسیار عزیز بنده بودند روانشان شاد باد و سیار خوشحالم که فرزند برومندشان اکنون با من درتماس هستند. 
با تشکر - دکتر ...

your dad was like my dad – he was very dear
very clean - very bozorg - ganjineh ra az dast dadin

Since childhood I loved him. We used to joke -- I'd say I wanted to marry him when I grew up because I loved him so much. 

There was nobody who didn't love him. 

 Thanks to your website I have seen all the films and pictures of your father's  ceremony.  I am speechless.. beautiful, Absoltely beautiful . Thank you. Love. Negar
Your New Year missive was lovely...  You wrote a paragraph about your dad that knocked me out.  I am so supremely gratified that both Armand and Marcos know him and keep him in their hearts.  He called them his little brothers and would jest that they would go out on double dates together.  I was able to drive him, my boys and my Dad to the observatory and talk about his swimming and bike riding.  When he was about to leave for Iran I hugged him big because in my heart of hearts I know now that I'll never know if I'll see an elderly beloved again.  

They had cheated us and your dad helped us find justice. One gesture from him would make a lot of difference. 

I was reading about your father, very intresting and fasinating indeed. I guess, if there were more people like he was, the world could be a less crazy place. We humans have this incredible arrogance and many people still don't realise, that the planet functions beautifully without us, it does not need us, but we need the planet to survive that is for sure.

To my lovely brother
reza joon I am sorry dad passoway last year, I didn't know about that ,just rambod sear you for new albom sudenly he sow your dad memorial video,and he notice to me ,I love you and shadi and mam,i am sad to miss your dad bout I am happy and proude of you for wonderfull filling same as me. Our dads never gone they are alive for us.
I love you so much my dear brother

He: We were just talking well about Mr. Ganjavi – and that if he wanted to go the other way (corruption) he could have had millions in his bank account.
Mom: I’m glad he doesn’t have millions in his account and he didn’t go the way of corruption and that’s why you can talk about him well even years after his death.

Roohesh shaad (may his soul be happy) -- one can absolutely not find people like him any more (people like him are absolutely un-findable).  After all these years wherever his name is mentioned a great deal of respect is paid.  And there are no substitutes for his place. (Some of) the new ones who come – the young ones – are like animals – no faith – etc. – no competence – as you know judging (ghe-zaa-vat) is very important – to be able not turn truth into untruth – and they don’t believe in anything (the new ones who have no faith in God).  When he was head of First (main / head) Branch of criminal courts the second branch’s head was our professor and he cited a case where the Shah’s mother was after the case to acquit the defendant but even him they gave him life in prison because the judicial branch was independent in true meaning.  Now there’s a lot of filth there. 

dad was khosh akhlaagho mardomdaar - all his coworkers loved him -- a family man - he spoke with a special love - his relationships with people was very good -- based on love - he loved people - besiar tabe  ballaayi daasht -- he had a very high tabbbe -- he also loved kids - joked with coworkers' kids "i put you in middle of bread and eat you"
his memory is swet - his place is empty (we miss him)

Dad: Sharif, Amin, Dorost. 

First I want to tell you that I read almost all of your writing about Mr. Ganjavi to my mother. We both loved the way you wrote. It was really beautiful and touching. My mum and I cried couple of times trough it.

The photos of your late father reflect a lot of his impressive personality. It is really a pity that he passed away relatively early,but I also will not forget him. 

He was an infinitely good person. 

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