I met this man in the old city of Yazd, having a piece of poetry in his shop on the wall from Mahzoun e Yazdi: Though gloomy and abandoned is my hearth... Friends coming bring soul to my hearth... Not ashamed of my ruined hearth... The treasury of LOVE is hiding in my heart... Couple of months later, in the day of Ashoura, I was there again, wanted to buy candles and lighter for the candles festival in the evening... He gave me the candles but not lighter, " Everyone will have fire there, you don't need to buy! " He replied. Yazd is a fascinating old city in the desert with amazing warm-hearted people.