I travelled many miles visiting towns and cities throughout Iran during my stay.I tried to learn as much as I could about the religion of Islam and ‘Zoroastrianism’, as I found out when visiting one of the temples. Those people are respected very much by the people there, just as Spiritualism runs alongside other Religions here. This religion is over 6000 years old.No matter what someone’s belief is, we can all live along side each other in peace and love, if we tried and wanted to. I always remained mindful of their beliefs. I lived with them and like them, respecting their way of life.Wherever I went in the country I constantly felt a strong sense of Spirituality.
I experienced many Spiritual events in Iran and one particular memory was in Shiraz in the south of the coutry. I visited the shrine of Khajeh Shamseddin Mohammad Hafez Shiraza who was born in Shiraz in 726 AH and died in 803 AH. During his life he became one of the greatest Persian poets of his time. His life’s work was to serve the people of his country. It was there that I found an overwhelming feeling of love, happiness, tranquility and peace. The shrine is a place where the Iranian people go to when they have a need for Spiritual support in their lives. It is a place of pilgrimage for people who are seeking the truth within themselves and to get answers to burning questions. Legend states; if you ask a question of the Hafez book of poems then it will be answered in the pages the book opens to. There were hundreds of people at the shrine of all ages holding Hafez books, some crying, some waiting and all asking their most desired questions. Many I spoke to had had their questions answered and many had received the answer to truth. Hafez Shrine I had a question I needed the answer to and kneeling down at the shrine I asked my question. Spirit were with me and I listened to their answer. It was mind blowing and I became very emotional, I could not believe what I has just heard. I purchased a copy of the Hafez book and open it at a random page. Again I was shocked as I read the poem and received the same answer. Finally, as I left the grounds of the shrine, there was an old man with a budgie on his arm selling tickets of life decisions. I bought one and asked my friend to translate it … once again it was the same answer!