It was winter outside, which meant even heavier smog in Tehran — a suffocating haze that hung over the city and refused to leave. I kept silently scolding myself: these were terrible conditions for a newborn, and we had to get out. So we decided to fly to Kish Island.
This stunning coral island lies in the Persian Gulf, not far from Dubai, and from the airplane window it looks like a pearl resting on the water.
Little Zinat began attending primary school and later continued her studies in secondary school. At the same time, her father introduced her to the fundamentals of photographic art. He was always her greatest source of inspiration, and she was deeply proud of him. Every day, Zinat reminded both her parents how much she loved them.