Years ago, before I was born, my father had a friend with whom he was very close.
Both of them worked as theater professionals and decided to perform an attractive play called Pouya.
And the story of this play:
Pouya was a boy who decided to go to the sea with his friend (the sea is a symbol of vastness, freedom, peace, etc.).
These two people start… they go and go… towards the sea…
But at some point, one of these two people will get involved in the problems of his life… and will not continue…
My father and his close friend decide that if they have a son, he will name him pouya.
pouya means searching and active.
And I was born and I became pouya.
And like this play, I started my path towards learning and the sea.
Years passed… and that other friend of my father immigrated and became very successful in his field of work
One day my father received a letter from that old friend…
Inside the letter was written:
In my friendship with you… I was pouya… I went and went towards my dreams… and you remained stuck in problems.
I hope your son will find his dynamic path.
I am pouya, I always try to walk towards the sea and the dynamism inside me.
