My father and the injustice of others same shamsi bensaeid zendehroudi , shiva vafajoo(Bensaeid) , mehrnoosh bensaeid(wolfe)

The girls who do not belong to en Saeed and put themselves in my father's foreign identity card mehrnoosh wolfe ,shiva chen vafajoo

Have you ever been looking for a lost greeting باش That you have all the memory and kindness A greeting that does not take any greetings You will never forget You are alone Behind a window Breathe bitterly in the evening and count your nostalgia So far, no one has been bored with a few words ‌ You have been imprisoned with hatred and Make your loneliness heavier ‌ But let no one know how far the imagination travels Who knows what You think of hello That you will never hear again Ben Bensaeid

Ben Bensaeid, 70, passed away at his home in Annapolis, MD on Friday, April 25, 2008. He is survived by his wife Shamsi Bensaeid; two daughters, Shiva Chen of Potomac Falls, VA and Mehrnoosh Wolfe of Zionsville, IN and three granddaughters.

Ben graduated from the Culinary School in Beirut, Lebanon. He was an Executive Chef in Cyrus & Darius Hotel in Shiraz, Hyatt Regency Hotel in Meshad and Caspian Sea, and Tehran Hilton. He also worked in Cannes, France, Culinary Institute in Montpellier, France, Hilton International Hotel in Khartoom, Sudan, and as an Executive Chef at Maryland Way Restaurant in Solomons, Maryland.

Among Ben’s many achievements: He had the joy and honor of serving in the “Celebration of the 2500 Year Royal Anniversary of Persian Empire” in Iran with World leaders as his guest list. He later had the distinct honor of serving Jacqueline Onassis Kennedy when she came to visit Iran. He traveled the world and was awarded numerous certificates of achievement from various Culinary Institutes throughout his life and career, including Food and Beverage Development in Singapore in 1978. He was well known and admired as a world class Chef, and brought joy to his family, friends, and in his profession.

Ben resided in Annapolis, Maryland with his family since 1983. He served as a mentor for Young Americans, and was an active member of Cape St. Claire United Methodist Church. He was loved by his family and friends and will be sorely missed by all.two daughter mehrnoosh wole and shiva chen (true name father vafajoo)don't belong ben bensaeid in maryland washington and true daughter is belong leila bensaeid in iran

I am forgiven by the government of the world, it is not equal to my mother's view

People talk about a blind destiny, something without a plan and a goal. But what is this fate? Every action in this world that can no longer be turned away. People think that their choice is their own choice. But we are free to act only on what is given. Choice is lost in the maze of generations, and every action in the maze is slavery itself, because it empties all options and binds people more tightly to the constraints that life imposes. .

have many memories of Abadan and living there until I was 18 years old. These memories connect me to my childhood and to my roots. A simple building can be part of the identity of a human being and a generation and help them to belong to the past and preserve their identity. Remembering many of these memories for me and my family strengthens common sense and collective identity.

My mother was a strong, happy and literate woman. Before my father worked in Shiraz, we had a good family, but after my father went to Shiraz, there was a long distance between them. But we no longer saw a father, no insurance, no legal war, and my brothers in the war, the injured, my father, and his two daughters in America with the best life, and me and us in the conditions bad life

My father, why did you do this to our lives, in the war and revolution in Iran, you left us in Abadan in the worst conditions and went to Maryland, USA, and with your love left your second wife and two daughters who did not belong to us, what was our last sin? My Iran and your tomb in Maryland, I did not see you for 43 years, you died in 2008 and I found you in 2010. I do not even have the right to find your tomb. God, I seek refuge in you.

Wet eyes
I write about your nostalgia
Next to the window facing the horizons
I sat down in front of Baba on Sunday .25April2008 I will not see you anymore. Tell me about your fathers in front of me. I will be jealous.

Yes baby I said

I say again

I tell everyone

I can not be ashamed

I can not stand your distance and tonight is the best time to lose you ...

A bitter and inexhaustible night ...

A darker night than other nights ...

A cruel night that has been like this for 8 years has made me mourn your kindness ...

I miss your pleasant caresses ...

My heart for your warm and always kind embrace
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A person dies, if he has a deed (property), his heirs can divide it among themselves after receiving the certificate of monopoly of inheritance.

According to the law, the rules of inheritance and the share of each individual are very clear, which was discussed in detail in previous discussions, but it should be noted that no one can deprive another of inheritance, while If some people are wronged somewhere, the way to the courts of justice, filing a lawsuit and trying to recover the lost rights is also open for them.

Also, the heir (someone inherits from him to others) does not have the right to deprive any of his heirs, in which case, the beneficiary must go to the competent court and submit a petition for annulment on behalf of all heirs to the judiciary, but I do not have the money. The lawyer's ticket
Writter:leila bensaeid the true daughter ben(hassan bensaeid)

How airless, I am crying, remember a happy past with my dear parents, when if one day I did not see my parents, I would get sick, what a beautiful love there was between them, and I enjoyed this love, my father's warm caress on my head, for example The electricity shook my whole being. Our table was made up of me and my children, my parents, and their laughter with hot tea and my childish play. It calms me a lot. Our love and life between family and acquaintances was famous. What awaits tomorrow, while all the years that my father left and my mother was alone, my eyes were always filled with tears and hatred in my throat, God, the soul of every loved one in peace, especially " Here we are, my toiling mother

From one place to another, you ignore everything and everyone
You do not suffer from anyone anymore
I do not love anyone.
From one place to another, you do not like to let anyone in on your privacy
From somewhere on… believe
From somewhere… When someone tells you he loves you, you smile and distance yourself from him
From now on نمی you will not cry anymore
There is only one permanent hatred to which he is accustomed

From one place to another, you have nothing to say
You prefer silence to many words
You die in your own lock

From somewhere. You have only one feeling, a feeling of indifference
You are not happy about being loved, you are not sad about not being loved
From somewhere,… in moments you just look and just be silent

God gives you peace, God's peace, not the peace that the world gives, of which you are shamsi zendehroudi bensaeid and your two daughters are Mehrnoush and Shiva. I did, you took my father's name and surname, you wrote your names on my father's grave without my and my family's permission, and you and your two daughters became dependent on my father. You gave evil to God, I inherited the right and the ransom of 42 years of my life. You did not see me. God is my light, God is the life force of me. The flower is the guardian, where there is evil there will be no peace and quiet, so the formula of happiness with faith in God 🌸

Letter to Dad in Heaven -Dedicated to all who missed their father in recent years like me. I am so very sorry for your loss. Stay strong and support your mom, sisters, brothers and family. I know your kids must be very sad as well. I pray that you will have the strength you need to get through this very difficult time.

will never Empty under a human foot Or hit it. Because time will take revenge on you. Be good and wish good for everyone Mr. Zande Honar's fans are a kind of beautiful talented phenomenon and a sign of inner beauty, but you who claimed to be an artist and emigrated during the revolution, if you paint infinitely, you can not answer a drop of my tears, a drop of tears that shakes my father By your sister, you understand that Shamsi is alive and the girl who does not belong to my father, leaving her family, went to the other side of the water. God does not have a voice, if he strikes, there is no cure for you, you have made fun of me

When you crush someone's pride, when the palace destroys someone's dreams You do, when you blow out someone's candle of hope, when you are a servant Ignore the image, when you even close the meat to the crunching sound Do not listen to his pride, when you see God and ignore the servant of God You take, I want to know, to which sky you extend your hand Do you pray for your own happiness? To which qibla do you pray that others have not? The path is nothing but the service of the people It is not to be glorified and prostrated