I wrote:
Dash Mahmoud was not just an uncle to me
He was a Qalandar and a free man from the Tayyib lineage
A genuine Tehrani who retained the culture and literature of Tehran in his words, behavior, and beliefs
A refined Mashhadite who traveled the Safars of the Toos Land
A burnt-chested Miyun who did not let anything diminish his devotion to his beloved
From tonight until forever, Tehran will lack a Hajj Mohammad Fahimi
May the soul of our Hajj uncle be happy and in the company of divine mercy

You wrote:

You had written that your uncle had passed away, and I was very sad.
You had written about him in a way that made you say I wish I had seen this person
I wish I had talked to him
You had written in a way that made you think you could learn a lot from this person and this man
I don't know, but they cannot be replaced
For example, when my master passed away, none of these eight children became my master
But you are
Someone like your uncle, like your father
May you always be Majid Parast Try and have a replacement for everyone who passes away

I wrote:

Thank you, friend
You loved me
May God have mercy on your departed ones
The night my uncle passed away a few hours before was one of the happiest days of my life, because I finally changed the machine head. After the replacement, one of my concerns was the change in print quality. It was very good, but it wasn't like before. Some of the color tones had changed.
I went to Masoud to ask him for advice. He said that in the Epson production line, each of the heads that are made has its own identity, even though they are all produced on the same line, each one has its own fingerprint and leaves its own mark.
You see, friend! When human-made heads have fingerprints, how can you deny a person's fingerprints and individual identities? No one can be completely like another or recreate someone like themselves, we are just trying to model each other's characteristics and lend some of our characteristics to each other. We are all one and do not repeat ourselves and our impact on existence is unique. We are just trying to bring ourselves closer to bigger and more influential words. Our life and death are tied to the "word" and we are described by the word.
Uncle, his life was consistent with those words, the objectivity of those words, and you are the reality and objectivity of "dignity" and "knowledge" and "magnificence"
Continuous kindness, friend

You wrote:

Leave it on your blog so I can read it again

I wrote:

Your will. Eyes