This week What Pegman Saw takes us to Azadi Tower, Tehran, Iran © Avesta Naseri Google Maps
Having never been to Iran, I hope my story following has done this amazing site more of a justice than an injustice. I would love to know what you think, Ladane!
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A STORY UNTOLD
Kelvin M. Knight
By day or by night, you savour this tower. More beautiful than any woman. More beautiful than all your children combined. This tower is where your life began and where your life will surely end. In-between is a story, yet this story is not yours to tell. Telling is owning, and this tower is owned by nobody. How can such beauty be owned? This kind of beauty must be enjoyed. And perhaps loved, just a little.
The littlest love for this tower’s charming curves, these adorable angles sweeping into the sky like the wind, while at the same time settling on the ground like the feathers of a thousand doves. A million doves. Who knows?
Knowing treads towards knowledge and knowledge tramples into power. And your trampling days are done. Now you wait, crosslegged, for those refreshing raindrops, to relish how they might dance with this tower’s majesty today.