Roj Sherevar Mah Ava, 1387 Yz.
It was a glorious day that Spring, around 10,038 BC. The sun shone with added resplendence, the few clouds added to the sky’s splendour, the trees seemed to sway to some divine symphony, the birds chirped their happiness with a distinct exuberance. The air was heavy with the fragrance of roses and tuberoses, sandal and benzoin. It was Roz Hormazd of Mah Fravardin and in the capital city of Iran, the populace awaited with bated ...Continue Reading ?