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He said, “I stood above imagination, analogy, speculation, and illusion.” The end was unclear. One of the few places where its beauty is not deteriorating. It is too big to do anything. It is as if hope is coming from far away. She stretched out immediately, spread her legs under the sand, stretched her sunscreen over her eyes, and seemed to be separated. “The days here are less than the nights,” said Subleb.

Steaming faces of heat and heat, wrinkled palms and feet for hours in the water, echoing the sound of the devil boy crying, having been bathed first in the morning, and now under his father’s hand, the bag was pierced and his eyes burned. He smelled of soap, stoneware, mud and whitewash and yogurt and marigold soap, Friday and family gatherings and ludicrous laughs, no-nonsense jokes so that every moment the bones shattered under fists and possessions. It was heavy, but tired.

A cedar-like lattice structure next to one of the city’s oldest squares, a symbol of need and resort, a wooden casket adorned with black and green shawls, mirrors and lights. The palm tree # of Amirchakhmaq Square in Yazd is older than the palm tree of this Ba’athat square, but the grandeur of this one is greater. For years, these two palms have not wavered, but the night of Ashura and the evening of the strangers are crowded with thousands of candles lit around them.

We’ve all heard the story of the # alleyways of reconciliation, the same narrow narrative of alley and passersby as they cross the narrow alley that unconsciously puts # smiles on their lips and sometimes even # 2 old friends reconcile. Alleyways full of # Mehr, # Peace, Patience and #Security as a mediator, all trying to clear hearts and make passers-by smile.

Yazd is definitely # Yazd with its historical context. Yazd / one day / around 6 pm / historical context. Narrow, winding alleys and intertwined houses with tall, adobe walls and # deflectors that appear after every # of alleyways.

A long-standing religion that evolves and respects human dignity, it honors and worships with humility and hanging hands, and at any moment transforms it from the construction of a lit fireplace to a mosque with its artistic altar and He sees the Jewish temple and is proud of his theism and religion.

The hum of the people, the light, the sound of the hammer, the sound of the handy carriage and the roar under the burden of the burden of the heavy burden and the bargaining of the customer with the seller make the market a delightful mix. An amazing place that offers art as well as exchange, the necessities of life are shown one by one and your eyes sparkle with the nostalgia that continues to powerfully manifest.