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How about "Arghavan" story:
The story of Arghavan began one day while I was sitting in a dentist’s office. I received a call from an unknown number. Although I wasn’t inclined to answer, I picked up. The caller turned out to be a relative of Master Saeed Jafarzadeh, a renowned maker and virtuoso of the ney (Persian reed flute). He was calling about his violin, which had a cracked top plate, and he was deeply worried. His voice carried the anxiety of someone who feared losing the soul of his instrument. He insisted on meeting me in person.

Despite my efforts to dissuade him, he showed up at the dentist’s office with his broken violin in hand. After examining it, I realized the damage wasn’t too serious and assured him I could fix it. His face lit up, as if the gloom of the previous day had lifted. He said, “Do whatever you can — I’ll repay your effort.”

I took the violin home and repaired it. We agreed he would come to my workshop to pick it up. When he arrived and saw the restored violin, he couldn’t believe how clean and beautiful it looked. After receiving his instrument, he glanced at my kamanchehs and asked, “Master, would you be kind enough to make one of these for me too?”

I replied, “Of course — why not!”

Before leaving, he looked at me again and said, “Master, before you begin crafting the instrument, take a moment to think about me — who I am, what I am, what I carry within me that might affect the delicate voice of my kamancheh. Please reflect on these things. Maybe that feeling will inspire you to create something truly special.”

I ordered wooden strings for the kamancheh. Every time I tried to begin the work, I couldn’t bring myself to start. Then one day, while searching through my workshop, I came across a special piece of wood — a gift from a master of jok-kari (an art similar to Persian marquetry). It was an old, dignified wood, full of spirit.

I paused and thought deeply about his words. Although I had originally wanted to use the wood for myself, I decided to dedicate it to his kamancheh. The wood was perfect. I crafted the instrument with eighty ribs to enhance its resonance and tone. Every detail — from construction to coloring — turned out beautifully.

When I handed him the finished instrument, the joy and excitement on his face was unforgettable. That moment alone was enough for me. A few days later, he contacted me and said he had named it Arghavan.

And that’s how Arghavan was born.