His funeral, held in Tehran, became a moment of collective remembrance. There was no pomp, no speeches filled with self-importance—only quiet tears, gentle smiles, and reflections on the man who had given Iranian cinema some of its most thoughtful works. Younger directors spoke of how his example had guided them, while older colleagues remembered him as a friend who never ceased to believe in the moral responsibility of the artist. In that ceremony, his vision of cinema as a human, ethical art form seemed to live on.
