Silent River, Empty Night: Diary of a Pediatrician in Iran

There was a full moon and high tide, a sea of glittering little waves strutting towards the Gulf, only to be swallowed by bigger waves. A shaky silver reflection of the moon brightened the dark river, broken every now and then by a man's dark shadow in the middle of a little canoe sliding to an unknown destination, like a sea bird, singing a popular song in the sweet local dialect, "I would ask if I could reach the heavens, why you bless some with all the luxuries and a loaf of bread tainte...