“Al-Mulk Lillah”
Wednesday, 1st July 1401, we have to hand over the place of the online photo printing workshop to the owner, the owner of the office is not willing to renew the contract and we have not found a place that suits our budget and income in the past week. Of course, we have already moved the framing workshop under difficult circumstances to a corner of the workshop of a friend of the framing workshop, what is left is the laboratory and printing equipment. In the evening, we call and apologize to the owner and use the excuse of trucks, equipment and municipal workers who are busy paving and marking the alley, and naturally we cannot move the furniture out of the house. You are moving furniture to nowhere...

“O friend who has no friend”
Thursday, 2nd July 1402, we have been searching every nook and cranny in this city without doors or gates since morning, not even 6 meters of suitable space. In the evening, we call a friend, frustrated and disappointed, and we tell him our story. He immediately sends us the address of his office on Zafar Street, along with the content that he has several rooms in his institute that are empty and unused, and he would be deeply happy if we could learn about the laboratory's layout next to them and perhaps get involved in joint projects together. We don't know if it's a favor! It's a need! We were fooled! We were fooled! Or what!? Whatever it is, it's an escape and a way out of displacement and wandering. Before sunset, we load the load and bundle onto a truck and unload it in one of our friend's rooms. Our minds, souls, and bodies are so tired, sore, and wounded that we return home and prescribe only rest for ourselves until Saturday. We also travel with the family, but gossip is prohibited.

"So consider, you who have eyes." Friday, July 3, 1401, sprawled out on the couch and in front of the TV, we miss the book of Nasser al-Din Shah's memoirs. We bought it more than a month ago and still haven't had a chance to leaf through it. We start and accompany the Shah, the owner of the Quran. A book in hand and a mobile phone in hand. The Qibla of the world leaves the palace every day and roams the four corners of Tehran, grazing and hunting. We read with one hand on the book and convert dates from lunar to solar on the other hand on the mobile phone, and we also use Google Maps to mark and measure the points of the Shah's path.
The Qibla of the world is a dog's life. For example, in the morning he sneaks out of the Golestan Palace with his horse, kills 3-4 rams in the Turkmen village by noon, then drinks tea under the sunflowers on the Sorkheh Hesar hills and entertains himself with the oskel of the Mirshekar, the Bashi Mashi, the Mochul Khan, the servants, the Hashem and the attendants, he eats kuft in the Firuzeh Palace, and in the evening he hunts deer in the valleys of Jajrud and Lavasanat. With the atmosphere that he himself wrote, it is truly readable, interesting and entertaining. In the evening he has dinner again in the Golestan Palace with the people of the harem and probably leaves his dog's horn until tomorrow, when it is a new day again.
The late Maghfor Shadravan, His Majesty, is so excessive in using plural verbs for himself that even our daily writing has not been spared.

“O he whose name is medicine and his remembrance is healing”
Saturday, 4th of Tir 1401 (1962 AH) Early in the morning, in the manner of the Shah Martyr, we quietly start the car so that the people of the shrine do not wake up and decide to arrange and move the furniture for the new office. The earth and sky are hot and the heat is pouring down, we are dying to reach our destination. Fitting the equipment of a 100-meter office into a 12-meter room is a project in itself. It is possible, but it is a pain in the ass, especially since while moving one of the cartons, our sciatic vein is damaged again and we are left hunched over.
A thirsty, hungry, tired and in pain evening, we intend to leave for the Laleh Bazaar workshop to organize the workshop’s affairs. The earth and time are hotter than the morning and we are weaker than the morning, we take the pain and carry it with us to our frame-making workshop and finally, at the sound of a dog's horn, we intend to go home.

"N and the pen and what they do not write"
We knew so much that Nasser al-Din Shah Qajar did not know how to travel, but he also had a great will for recreation and entertainment. Even taking the milk station and the milkman of Ta'ziyyah or making the subject of the prayer and weeping in the state's support or mocking and laughing at the behavior of the subjects and even daily writings requires a royal will, otherwise instead of a horse, there will be a motorcycle underfoot, and instead of a rock, the asphalt of the Modarres highway, and instead of a pen, a pencil and paper, a keyboard, and instead of the rams and deer of Qasr Firuzeh, the leopards of Zafar Street, unless there is a royal determination and will, we will not be able to find happiness, joy, hunting, writing, etc., of course, if the Sultan has left a rare hill for the subjects.
Allah knows best.