Our father Dr Manoochehr Arami was a legend, the kindest, most generous, gracious, calm, encouraging, compassionate, forgiving, peaceful, handsome, humble, brilliant, angelic, charismatic personage, and the most radiant soul that you would ever meet all wrapped in one. He was our best friend. We have never met anyone like him on this earthly plane and firmly believe that his exceptional qualities stemmed from his strong faith.
He was the first born in his family and had three other siblings. His mother Moones Shahidzadeh was born into a Baha'i family and his father Yahya Arami had investigated and embraced the Baha'i faith himself. His father faced a great deal of persecution in life for his newly found faith.
His paternal great-grandfather was Haj Mulla Mahmmad Abrahim who was an Ayatollah in the city of Yazd. He investigated and embraced the Baha'i Faith and was killed for his newly found faith. At the time of his passing, two of his children who were less than 10 years of age fled to another city to escape persecution. They were adopted and raised by a Missionary Physician. Nevertheless, they embraced the Baha'i Faith when they grew up and assumed the last name Shahidzadeh which meant the off spring of a martyr. Our father always shared stories of how his beloved grandfather was enamored with the Baha'i Faith and welcomed the participants at feast with flowers. His most favorite topic of conversation was the progress of the Baha'i faith.
He was the great-grandson of Salmon who was the special envoy from Iran to Holy Land during Baha'u'llah's imprisonment. He travelled back and forth on foot and could see his family only once every 6 months in order to carry this mission. His maternal grandmother Khanum Agha sewed Abdu'l-Baha's robes and shipped them to Holy Land.
During the prime of his life, he sacrificed 7 years to go to work and support his birth family since his father had fallen ill. He loved being in school and longed to resume it, but his service to his birth family lead to a gap in his education. Despite all of this, he won one of the few seats in the medical school when he took the entrance exam for higher education.
He married my mother Dr Zibandeh Samimian who worked in an undeserved part of the country. He joined my mother in serving humanity. He made it his mission to save the lives of pregnant women and their babies who had a high mortality rate due to lack of access to medical care in that region. The people in my hometown held him in the highest regard given his dedication to outstanding service and saving lives.
He worked two jobs on a regular basis. He worked half a day at a Red Cross Hospital for a nominal salary to provide service to those without healthcare coverage. The other half of the day, he worked at his private clinic to be able to support his family. Despite his demanding schedule, he was a hands on father and a family man. He prepared breakfast, provided math tutorial early in the morning and took us to school and extra-curricular activities. He was the most loving father that you could ask for.
He rose to the top of his field in light of his brilliance, extreme dedication, and love for service in absence of modern day technology. He became the number one OB/GYN and infertility specialist in Iran.
He served on the Local Spiritual Assembly of Baha'is for many years.
During the Iran Iraq war he continued to serve in the war zone although he was an OB/GYN. He nearly lost his life as the Red Cross Hospital came under fire with ground to ground missiles. He saved the lives of all of the staff and patients by transporting them out of that facility despite orders from higher ups to stay put. During a short break from the war zone, he got a dismissal letter from his job. The reason behind his dismissal was being a member of the Baha'i Faith.
He moved to the capital and started a new practice after he was dismissed from his job as his hometown was part of the front lines during the Iran Iraq war.
He experienced the heart wrenching loss of his beloved daughter Shekoufeh Arami at age 17 and a prolonged period of separation from the rest of his children as they had no right to higher education as Baha'is residing in Iran. He endured 13 years of separation from them and tried very hard to reunite with them in US despite being denied the right to have a pass port as part of persecution of Baha'is of Iran. Finally, he was able to come to US in 1993. Prior to reunion with him, we thought that our reunification would take nothing short of a miracle.
He retired when he moved to the US. However, he longed to be of service as a physician despite his advancing age.
He was a joyous being and would get up and dance by himself in the middle of the living room whenever he heard a happy song. He was a great judge of people's character and treated everyone with utmost kindness, generosity and respect. His biggest joy was to put a smile on someone else's face.
He has reunited with his beloved daughter Shekoufeh, grandson Kian, brothers (Houshang and Iraj), parents, grandparents, and legendary ancestors who preceded him in death. He is survived by his wife of 59 years, and children Neda, Kourosh and Shiva and his most beloved granddaughter Yasmine.
He was the first born in his family and had three other siblings. His mother Moones Shahidzadeh was born into a Baha'i family and his father Yahya Arami had investigated and embraced the Baha'i faith himself. His father faced a great deal of persecution in life for his newly found faith.
His paternal great-grandfather was Haj Mulla Mahmmad Abrahim who was an Ayatollah in the city of Yazd. He investigated and embraced the Baha'i Faith and was killed for his newly found faith. At the time of his passing, two of his children who were less than 10 years of age fled to another city to escape persecution. They were adopted and raised by a Missionary Physician. Nevertheless, they embraced the Baha'i Faith when they grew up and assumed the last name Shahidzadeh which meant the off spring of a martyr. Our father always shared stories of how his beloved grandfather was enamored with the Baha'i Faith and welcomed the participants at feast with flowers. His most favorite topic of conversation was the progress of the Baha'i faith.
He was the great-grandson of Salmon who was the special envoy from Iran to Holy Land during Baha'u'llah's imprisonment. He travelled back and forth on foot and could see his family only once every 6 months in order to carry this mission. His maternal grandmother Khanum Agha sewed Abdu'l-Baha's robes and shipped them to Holy Land.
During the prime of his life, he sacrificed 7 years to go to work and support his birth family since his father had fallen ill. He loved being in school and longed to resume it, but his service to his birth family lead to a gap in his education. Despite all of this, he won one of the few seats in the medical school when he took the entrance exam for higher education.
He married my mother Dr Zibandeh Samimian who worked in an undeserved part of the country. He joined my mother in serving humanity. He made it his mission to save the lives of pregnant women and their babies who had a high mortality rate due to lack of access to medical care in that region. The people in my hometown held him in the highest regard given his dedication to outstanding service and saving lives.
He worked two jobs on a regular basis. He worked half a day at a Red Cross Hospital for a nominal salary to provide service to those without healthcare coverage. The other half of the day, he worked at his private clinic to be able to support his family. Despite his demanding schedule, he was a hands on father and a family man. He prepared breakfast, provided math tutorial early in the morning and took us to school and extra-curricular activities. He was the most loving father that you could ask for.
He rose to the top of his field in light of his brilliance, extreme dedication, and love for service in absence of modern day technology. He became the number one OB/GYN and infertility specialist in Iran.
He served on the Local Spiritual Assembly of Baha'is for many years.
During the Iran Iraq war he continued to serve in the war zone although he was an OB/GYN. He nearly lost his life as the Red Cross Hospital came under fire with ground to ground missiles. He saved the lives of all of the staff and patients by transporting them out of that facility despite orders from higher ups to stay put. During a short break from the war zone, he got a dismissal letter from his job. The reason behind his dismissal was being a member of the Baha'i Faith.
He moved to the capital and started a new practice after he was dismissed from his job as his hometown was part of the front lines during the Iran Iraq war.
He experienced the heart wrenching loss of his beloved daughter Shekoufeh Arami at age 17 and a prolonged period of separation from the rest of his children as they had no right to higher education as Baha'is residing in Iran. He endured 13 years of separation from them and tried very hard to reunite with them in US despite being denied the right to have a pass port as part of persecution of Baha'is of Iran. Finally, he was able to come to US in 1993. Prior to reunion with him, we thought that our reunification would take nothing short of a miracle.
He retired when he moved to the US. However, he longed to be of service as a physician despite his advancing age.
He was a joyous being and would get up and dance by himself in the middle of the living room whenever he heard a happy song. He was a great judge of people's character and treated everyone with utmost kindness, generosity and respect. His biggest joy was to put a smile on someone else's face.
He has reunited with his beloved daughter Shekoufeh, grandson Kian, brothers (Houshang and Iraj), parents, grandparents, and legendary ancestors who preceded him in death. He is survived by his wife of 59 years, and children Neda, Kourosh and Shiva and his most beloved granddaughter Yasmine.
Our father Dr Manoochehr Arami was a legend, the kindest, most generous, gracious, calm, encouraging, compassionate, forgiving, peaceful, handsome, humble, brilliant, angelic, charismatic personage, and the most radiant soul that you would ever meet all wrapped in one. He was our best friend. We have never met anyone like him on this earthly plane and firmly believe that his exceptional qualities stemmed from his strong faith.
He was the first born in his family and had three other siblings. His mother Moones Shahidzadeh was born into a Baha'i family and his father Yahya Arami had investigated and embraced the Baha'i faith himself. His father faced a great deal of persecution in life for his newly found faith.
His paternal great-grandfather was Haj Mulla Mahmmad Abrahim who was an Ayatollah in the city of Yazd. He investigated and embraced the Baha'i Faith and was killed for his newly found faith. At the time of his passing, two of his children who were less than 10 years of age fled to another city to escape persecution. They were adopted and raised by a Missionary Physician. Nevertheless, they embraced the Baha'i Faith when they grew up and assumed the last name Shahidzadeh which meant the off spring of a martyr. Our father always shared stories of how his beloved grandfather was enamored with the Baha'i Faith and welcomed the participants at feast with flowers. His most favorite topic of conversation was the progress of the Baha'i faith.
He was the great-grandson of Salmon who was the special envoy from Iran to Holy Land during Baha'u'llah's imprisonment. He travelled back and forth on foot and could see his family only once every 6 months in order to carry this mission. His maternal grandmother Khanum Agha sewed Abdu'l-Baha's robes and shipped them to Holy Land.
During the prime of his life, he sacrificed 7 years to go to work and support his birth family since his father had fallen ill. He loved being in school and longed to resume it, but his service to his birth family lead to a gap in his education. Despite all of this, he won one of the few seats in the medical school when he took the entrance exam for higher education.
He married my mother Dr Zibandeh Samimian who worked in an undeserved part of the country. He joined my mother in serving humanity. He made it his mission to save the lives of pregnant women and their babies who had a high mortality rate due to lack of access to medical care in that region. The people in my hometown held him in the highest regard given his dedication to outstanding service and saving lives.
He worked two jobs on a regular basis. He worked half a day at a Red Cross Hospital for a nominal salary to provide service to those without healthcare coverage. The other half of the day, he worked at his private clinic to be able to support his family. Despite his demanding schedule, he was a hands on father and a family man. He prepared breakfast, provided math tutorial early in the morning and took us to school and extra-curricular activities. He was the most loving father that you could ask for.
He rose to the top of his field in light of his brilliance, extreme dedication, and love for service in absence of modern day technology. He became the number one OB/GYN and infertility specialist in Iran.
He served on the Local Spiritual Assembly of Baha'is for many years.
During the Iran Iraq war he continued to serve in the war zone although he was an OB/GYN. He nearly lost his life as the Red Cross Hospital came under fire with ground to ground missiles. He saved the lives of all of the staff and patients by transporting them out of that facility despite orders from higher ups to stay put. During a short break from the war zone, he got a dismissal letter from his job. The reason behind his dismissal was being a member of the Baha'i Faith.
He moved to the capital and started a new practice after he was dismissed from his job as his hometown was part of the front lines during the Iran Iraq war.
He experienced the heart wrenching loss of his beloved daughter Shekoufeh Arami at age 17 and a prolonged period of separation from the rest of his children as they had no right to higher education as Baha'is residing in Iran. He endured 13 years of separation from them and tried very hard to reunite with them in US despite being denied the right to have a pass port as part of persecution of Baha'is of Iran. Finally, he was able to come to US in 1993. Prior to reunion with him, we thought that our reunification would take nothing short of a miracle.
He retired when he moved to the US. However, he longed to be of service as a physician despite his advancing age.
He was a joyous being and would get up and dance by himself in the middle of the living room whenever he heard a happy song. He was a great judge of people's character and treated everyone with utmost kindness, generosity and respect. His biggest joy was to put a smile on someone else's face.
He has reunited with his beloved daughter Shekoufeh, grandson Kian, brothers (Houshang and Iraj), parents, grandparents, and legendary ancestors who preceded him in death. He is survived by his wife of 59 years, and children Neda, Kourosh and Shiva and his most beloved granddaughter Yasmine.
He was the first born in his family and had three other siblings. His mother Moones Shahidzadeh was born into a Baha'i family and his father Yahya Arami had investigated and embraced the Baha'i faith himself. His father faced a great deal of persecution in life for his newly found faith.
His paternal great-grandfather was Haj Mulla Mahmmad Abrahim who was an Ayatollah in the city of Yazd. He investigated and embraced the Baha'i Faith and was killed for his newly found faith. At the time of his passing, two of his children who were less than 10 years of age fled to another city to escape persecution. They were adopted and raised by a Missionary Physician. Nevertheless, they embraced the Baha'i Faith when they grew up and assumed the last name Shahidzadeh which meant the off spring of a martyr. Our father always shared stories of how his beloved grandfather was enamored with the Baha'i Faith and welcomed the participants at feast with flowers. His most favorite topic of conversation was the progress of the Baha'i faith.
He was the great-grandson of Salmon who was the special envoy from Iran to Holy Land during Baha'u'llah's imprisonment. He travelled back and forth on foot and could see his family only once every 6 months in order to carry this mission. His maternal grandmother Khanum Agha sewed Abdu'l-Baha's robes and shipped them to Holy Land.
During the prime of his life, he sacrificed 7 years to go to work and support his birth family since his father had fallen ill. He loved being in school and longed to resume it, but his service to his birth family lead to a gap in his education. Despite all of this, he won one of the few seats in the medical school when he took the entrance exam for higher education.
He married my mother Dr Zibandeh Samimian who worked in an undeserved part of the country. He joined my mother in serving humanity. He made it his mission to save the lives of pregnant women and their babies who had a high mortality rate due to lack of access to medical care in that region. The people in my hometown held him in the highest regard given his dedication to outstanding service and saving lives.
He worked two jobs on a regular basis. He worked half a day at a Red Cross Hospital for a nominal salary to provide service to those without healthcare coverage. The other half of the day, he worked at his private clinic to be able to support his family. Despite his demanding schedule, he was a hands on father and a family man. He prepared breakfast, provided math tutorial early in the morning and took us to school and extra-curricular activities. He was the most loving father that you could ask for.
He rose to the top of his field in light of his brilliance, extreme dedication, and love for service in absence of modern day technology. He became the number one OB/GYN and infertility specialist in Iran.
He served on the Local Spiritual Assembly of Baha'is for many years.
During the Iran Iraq war he continued to serve in the war zone although he was an OB/GYN. He nearly lost his life as the Red Cross Hospital came under fire with ground to ground missiles. He saved the lives of all of the staff and patients by transporting them out of that facility despite orders from higher ups to stay put. During a short break from the war zone, he got a dismissal letter from his job. The reason behind his dismissal was being a member of the Baha'i Faith.
He moved to the capital and started a new practice after he was dismissed from his job as his hometown was part of the front lines during the Iran Iraq war.
He experienced the heart wrenching loss of his beloved daughter Shekoufeh Arami at age 17 and a prolonged period of separation from the rest of his children as they had no right to higher education as Baha'is residing in Iran. He endured 13 years of separation from them and tried very hard to reunite with them in US despite being denied the right to have a pass port as part of persecution of Baha'is of Iran. Finally, he was able to come to US in 1993. Prior to reunion with him, we thought that our reunification would take nothing short of a miracle.
He retired when he moved to the US. However, he longed to be of service as a physician despite his advancing age.
He was a joyous being and would get up and dance by himself in the middle of the living room whenever he heard a happy song. He was a great judge of people's character and treated everyone with utmost kindness, generosity and respect. His biggest joy was to put a smile on someone else's face.
He has reunited with his beloved daughter Shekoufeh, grandson Kian, brothers (Houshang and Iraj), parents, grandparents, and legendary ancestors who preceded him in death. He is survived by his wife of 59 years, and children Neda, Kourosh and Shiva and his most beloved granddaughter Yasmine.
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