A poet, in a single stroke of the pen, can describe a state that an entire book could not capture. In the three years since Soheila Beski left us, we have often wondered: if we wanted to describe the most defining aspect of her being, in her own particular way, in just a few words — what would we say? The answer, without doubt, is this: economy as a moral imperative. A scrap of paper on which one side could still be used for a note, a drop of water going to waste, time passing in idleness, a meeting that does not start on time and drags on too long (dismissing the saying "better late than never"), a matter that could be stated briefly and plainly to clarify everyone's duty... Soheila did not deliberate much over this moral imperative; it flowed through her very being. If we take the word "gaze" in its broadest sense, perhaps we can offer a meaningful twist on the poet's description and say: your glasses are here, and your gaze is here too. The absence of Soheila Beski among us will always be deeply felt. May her memory be honored. — The Memar Nashr Family
Mrs. Beski's desk at the Memar magazine office. Soheila's home, upon arrival.