Persia. A land of barren mountains and burning deserts. A harsh
land in which the climate is sparing in it's bounties. An
ancient land, which is the meeting point between east and west,
between Russia and India, between Arabia and the Caspian Sea.
Iranians call it "Iran"; their soft and musical language,
"Persian". On the rim of the country's dead heart - the old
enemy...sand...sand...sand - there flowered, under it's powder
blue skies, a wonder in the story of mankind. Beautiful women,
in a land blessed to this day with beautiful women, inspired the
miniatures painter's brushes. Women with silvery voices, and
melting eyes, eyes like the eyes of the gazelle which leaps over
the burnished gold of the mountainside. Over the centuries grew
palaces and mosques, which still dazzle the eye. In Persian
gardens scented with Jasmine, the Lotus flowers bloomed, and the
nightingale serenaded lovers to their dreamlands. Persia is the
inspiration of Omar Kayyam, and the thousand and one nights, In
later centuries, conquer