.
Tehran.
Rey avenue.
Year: 1309.
Fardin and some of the greatest names in art and music and sport...
Were born at this neighborhood...
and in these years
His father's name was Ali Gol
He was from Tehran.
And his mother was born in Shiraz.
Fardin was disciplined by a kind and compassionate father
And of course a faithful and committed one.
And was raised in the loving arms of her pure mother.
At the beginning, he went to the Taraghi elementary school, for education,
Located at Ziba avenue AKA laundry room
And from there he went to the Eghbal high school
And for achieving his diploma
He went to the Hazar high school at Baharestan square.
"Despite my father and wife's agreement,
My mother was not very fond of seeing me as an artist.
Maybe it was the same reason she wasn't very satisfied with my father's artistic job at theater.
But anyway...
It didn't take long that she agreed and was no more against it."
Well, at that time I wasn't totally familiar with cinema...
screen writing and screen reading.
And although I read it...
I couldn't understand that it would be a nice piece of work or else!
But the only thing that was...
Encouraging me to accept this...
Was the name of the cinema "Colorful scope"
It caused me to accept it with joy.
With entering Fardin to the theater...
A new stream of life flowed at the heart of cinematic world of this country
So that the Jewish theater
The one that had extreme investments
India's movie industry was selling at this age, as a foreign movie
Fardin's movies was selling as much as these movies even more.
Think about it, a successful movie called Sangam
It was a very beautiful movie.
Like it or not, it is a foreign product that is streaming in this country’s theaters
And at the same time "Ganje Gharoon" comes and breaks its selling record
The cinema that Mr.Fardin was its number one star...
not only that cinema, but...
Any cinema, or any art, is ordered by the society
I'm so against, this so called Everyman cinema
They are trying to reduce its credits
Whereas anything that is connected to people
Brings big events with itself
Big events take place by people.
In all these years we were busy with cinema
After that...
We retired and decided to do something else
I wanted to mention that, when you hit the ground
Don't be sad
Sometimes we had gatherings, sometimes we had virtual memorial
Anyway, if we had any kind of gatherings, it was memorable for us.
Especially Iraj, which is my old friend
Knows better than everyone
Therefore he should stand up.
Fortunately we are at a certain age that we don't have that same motion
We no more kick others out of our way...
Only to achieve something better.
After retirement there were so much time to do all these stuff
Time for reading book.
Finding new friends.
Traveling.
One time something slip out of his mouth, he said we are candles that are melting slowly
It was a shock to me when I heard that he's dead
It was unacceptable for me.
I was like he is always around. There is no way for Mr.Fardin...
To be dead.
I feel like my back is broken.
He was my closest friend,
In the whole world and in the cinema.
Let this bitter secret be hidden,
If we reveal it, hearts will be broken.
There is no God but Allah! There is no God but Allah!
I tried my best,
To hold this great man's escorting funeral
Among the people
From Amzadie St. to Shahid Shiroudi's.
But because of the big crowd,
We couldn't do that.
There is no God but Allah! There is no God but Allah!
The body of deceased Mohammad Ali Fardin,
Has being escorted from Shahid Shiroudi Stadium to...
I heard about Fardin's passing away.
There was a driver named Reza. I said, "Reza!
Would you take me to Behesht-e Zahra? Fardin's passed away.
I want to be there."
I arrived to Behesht-e Zahra.
It was so crowded.
I was among the people, asking that...
"Where are they going to bury him?"
I looked back, I was frightened and saw that...
They're bringing the deceased Fardin's body.
While it was being moved towards me, I took the head of the casket.
And said, "Don't forget me!"
The women in black chador were sitting around the grave,
Throwing dirt to their heads.
And they were screaming,
"Who else will take care of our orphaned children?"
Dad belonged to the people.
And today was really theirs.
He stayed at home for 22 years with us. But today,
... was truly for the people. We couldn't even set one step forward.
I'd only remembered my father's words.
He always used to say: "I love the people.
Those are the ones who...
... always gave me hope."
I have no one to talk to,
Like my guide.
Or ask them for advise.
But he was strong.
He was patient.
He used to give me advice.
Now, I just live with his remembrance...
... and memories.
That wide mass of people,
Those waves of people,
That came there voluntarily,
To show their love and respect to their beloved actor,
Was it all real?
Does it fit into its own realism?
If it does,
So, how can we explain this unkindness?
"I've been lifted with people's beautiful hands.
And I wanted God to give me an opportunity,
To kiss...
... every one of their hands."
"Translated by Arezoo and Puriya"