Jamshid is now a diligent student at a local college, studying English and beginning his journey.
After graduating from high school, Jamshid took an English class and quickly learned to speak and write.
“What happened today in Karachi and Peshawar is long-term bad news for the campaign against polio in Pakistan,” says Jamshid.
The undercover later returned to get his shirts and the manager, Jamshid Bahrami, presented him with the Zig-Zags.
Jamshid, the third person in our household, is a swift 23-year-old; a fabulous cook and fast learner.
Jamshid and Mahmoud reflect the majority, these “poineers” of their societies.
Jamshid does not see our embassies and consulates as forts, but rather as symbols of a better tomorrow.
The east building is the Harem of Jamshid, situated on a vast terrace of Cyclopean masonry, at the foot of a lofty mountain range.
Jamshid replies: "Where a man is, a woman's aid is not required; give me the bow."
Jamshid drew the string and struck the female bird so skilfully that both wings were transfixed with the body.