The image accompanying it was simple, almost understated, but the words carried a weight that resonated with followers far beyond. Jamshidi often returns to childhood memories, each one painted with sensory detail. In one post recalling Nowruz preparations, he described the scent of gaz and oud, the joy of new shoes from Kafsh-e Melli, and his mother’s reminder that “these shoes never die.” These snapshots are not just personal recollections—they are cultural touchstones, evoking shared traditions among his Iranian followers.
