At the outset, i was an out of this world twelve years old villager with my childhood's little affair that i touched poetry. At my saddened seventeen, i survived with a precious story book and when i was a sophomore at Tehran University, certainly i knew what should i do, but in life, particularly in our choppy weather part of the world, mostly we were gone with the wind. Forgetting about billet-doux and few novels reading ring, i was ignorantly unmindful of the curable task of writing. A cherished chance meeting with a unique persona and also his beloved intellectual wife, brought me back to life. Time and again our precious life is a battle of knowledge. This is not my story, but my teachers’.