Aftab Yazdani: I remember, in my childhood, what Seti Pir meant for me.  This shrine was a place full of trees with the aroma of incense everywhere.
A Pir that had three Pir’s in itself.  The whole place was built of plaster made of clay and straw and gave the familiar odor of mud.
In those days, whenever we got the time we would get ready and go to Seti Pir (it is close to the city).

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