The summer of 2006 had arrived and all the students had left the dormitory for the end of the year holidays; Our dormitory was a huge building in the heart of a hill, far from the prosperity of the city, and during the summer it was uninhabited and so depressing.
There were several months left in the residency exam at that time and I had to study day and night to pass the specialty exam, but unfortunately due to the peak of financial problems and family tensions in that year, which eventually led to my parents’ divorce, the house was not suitable for studying for a specialty exam.
So I decided to spend the summer alone in the dormant and prepare for the specialty exam.
Interestingly, the water was cut off due to dormitory repairs, and the university only gave me a gallon of water a day to me and about five other students who were in the rest of the dormitory, and we had to spend a total of 24 hours a day with one gallon of water.
Every day, a bus came to the dormitory only once at a certain time and took the few dormitory students to the city and back.
In short, in the absence of a large and uninhabited dormitory away from the city, without money, water and proper food, I spent my time with the stress of family tensions and the heavy volume of lessons and stress of the specialty exam.
One day, when I was at the peak of my stress and I was tired, hungry and depressed, I was leaning against the corner of my desk in the dormitory due to the lack of water. My tears flowed and I started crying and moaning loudly. I cried incessantly for my situation during those difficult days.
Suddenly, the door of the room opened and dear Dr. Pirani, a professor of general surgery, entered the room.
I said in a weeping voice, “Master, what are you doing here?” Dr. Pirani replied that I was sitting at home and suddenly I felt that you needed me and I had to look after you, so I got on board and came straight to the dormitory.
Seeing my deplorable condition in the dormitory, Dr. Pirani took me home and after preparing a detailed dinner and bath, they insisted that I stay at his house for the rest of the summer, but I did not accept and asked the doctor to return me to the dormitory.
On the way back, the doctor filled his car with boxes of fruit, mineral water, and necessities for at least several days in my dormitory and forcibly put a considerable amount of money in my pocket.
In short, I do not know how God sent this angel of salvation to the dormitory for me to be a cure for the stresses of that time.
I remember very well that Dr. Pirani, at that young age was never disturbed by the hardships of his life, and his existence was completely kindness and humanity.
Now, after 12 years from that happend he proud and blessed me and traveled to Shiraz to do hair transplants in my clinic. 12 years since then, the memory of seeing my dear master after that day has revived for me and I thank God. Today, I can compensate, albeit very, very little, some of the infinite grace of this dear master