As a child, I remember going inside Seti Pir, uncertain of the significance while in awe of the simplicity and beauty. On this last visit, seeing this sign, I had a moment to reflect as I started my own Piroon journey (Zoroastrian Holy Pilgrimage). Each site that I visited had a unique feeling, and at certain points along the journey, I remembered what it was like to visit as a child.
Visiting Seti Pir, was a bit different. It is fairly small, but I vividly remember my mom walking me in, seeing the little dancing light at the end of the hallway. Watching the few people inside the small room pray. Coming back many years later, it is exactly the way I remembered it. Join me on this journey as we take a tour of Iran as well as my journey to visit piroon.
