He went to the doctor in February with abdominal pain, and within a few weeks, was diagnosed with stage four cancer, with tumors in the pancreas and liver. He was beyond the stage of curability, so all they could do was stretch his life out, and try to keep the pain bearable.
He was Persian, born and raised in Iran. He left Iran at age 14 because he was Bahai, not muslim. He had little chance of success there. He went to England, and eventually came to the US. He worked as a mechanic, and eventually opened a shop with a partner.
He had a very thick accent, so he was hard to understand, but we had some amazing conversations, and he was instrumental in forming my opinions regarding the Middle East, and helped me understand how people of his culture think. He never went to college, but he was very smart.
He was also one of the kindest men I have ever met. A good neighbor, and an asset to the community and the country.
So, drink a toast to Khamir -- he was fond of a good beer and pistachios.

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