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A Short Tribute to My Father

My son, stand up clean your desk, find out where you are and plan ahead. I know this would have been his message for me. Abbas Amiribesheli was an engineer whose passion was to make people’s life easier. I cannot claim we hold identical views on everything. He had a strong faith in God and humanity. On one of our last very long video calls, he told me, son, for all of your claims of agnosticism you sure behave like a believer. Baffled, I asked “how so?” he said you put serving people ahead of your gain and this is what I consider believing in God. We laughed. 

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After his graduation from Tehran’s polytechnic in the 70s, he chose a path that was at best financially questionable. Receiving his power engineering degree from the top university of the country, he chose to teach and work almost pro-bono taking electric-power to the most deprived places in Iran. To him, this was his calling not sitting in an office, not to use his charm and vast knowledge to be a c-suit, not even working on projects that could make him much more wealthy. Whenever I teased him on this, he would have said, remember the time we went to the salt desert and worked on building power infrastructure for those rural people who could not pay us. Their smile and satisfaction is the currency that I pay to sleep sound at nights. Money is a non-issue, it will find you. Whenever you see yourself working for money just come back home, son. 

Whenever your mind is cluttered just take a book and go for a walk, see the sunrise, be optimistic if you are genuinely working to solve peoples’ problem you are winning, the outcome is decided not by the outcome if you know what I mean. He lived through a revolution, he saw a war, his only measure of a land’s success was people’s trust. He did not care if the prices are high if the country is in forever turmoil and recession, his only concern was people’s lack of ability to trust each other. “Do not lose people’s trust in you” 

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While he was a deeply technical man, he had no passion for technological tools. Whenever I was explaining my projects to him. He had one simple question. “How can this help people?” my PhD was around the smart home for dementia care, he loved it he wanted to know every one of its boring details (the sensors, the algorithm, …). The idea of making people’s life easier always made him excited. Recently, I told him about 5G and its potentials, he told me, son, this requires a lot of antennas, sure we could do this ages ago, how can you justify the cost. I laughed and said man, have you nonchalantly figured out massive MIMO. 

The surgery is risky you know, I said anxiously. He smiled and said life is very risky don’t panic what should happen will happen. 

Dad, I will give whatever I have to hear your voice again. I will forever miss your calmness, your braveness, your faith and your clean conscious. When I lost mom, you were there for me, now, I feel the loneliness in my bones. 

You have gone too soon, my friend. Forgive me for not kissing you goodbye.

Goodbye, my friend, my advisor, and the light of my life. I will clean my desk, I will see the sunrise. I will never disappoint you and mom.

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A Cloud Robotics experiment

In this very short video, I am showcasing how Kubernetes can be used to control basic robots. October 2019

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Big History of the Universe Episode 1 (Farsi)

In a series of talks in Persian we are exploring the big history of the Universe and Earth

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A Tailored Smart Home for Dementia Care

A person with Dementia requires constant care from various classes of caregivers. Their care costs bear a tremendous burden on healthcare systems around the world. It is commonly accepted that utilising smart homes (SH), as an instance of IOT-based ambient assisted living (AAL) technologies, can facilitate the care, and consequently improve the quality of PwDs well-being. In a journal article, we proposed our SH-based solution for dementia care.

Thank you to people at Bournemouth University for making this study possible. Also, thanks to my colleagues at North East Surrey College of Technology (NESCOT) for providing me with the required time and space to produce this long paper.

To read the open access paper please click here

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Persian – پروانهٔ خاکستری

Gray Butterfly  is a short Persian poetic text that I’ve written recently.

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Finitude in When Breath Becomes Air

An interesting read. This book does not exaggerate. He merely takes you through a journey, a truthful one. I enjoyed his honesty, bravery and powerful expressions. I see it as a beautiful window to a dying immortal character.

“Everyone succumbs to finitude. I suspect I am not the only one who reaches this pluperfect state. Most ambitions are either achieved or abandoned; either way, they belong to the past. The future, instead of the ladder toward the goals of life, flattens out into a perpetual present. Money, status, all the vanities the preacher of Ecclesiastes described, hold so little interest: a chasing after wind, indeed.”

― Paul KalanithiWhen Breath Becomes Air

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PhD Viva

I am excited and extremely honoured for successfully passing the viva examination of my doctoral degree in Computing (Titled: A Tailored Smart Home for Dementia Care) from Bournemouth University. I want to use this as an opportunity to acknowledge my supervisors and my examiners who assured the soundness of my research. The PhD was a journey filled with bitter and sweet moments. It was only possible through constant supports of my supervisors, my friends and my family. I am dedicating this research and all of its outcomes to my mother Khorshid, who passed away while I was doing this research.

From right to left, my examiner Professor Keith Phalp, my first supervisor Professor Hamid Bouchachia, and my examiner Professor Fulvio Corno.AAEAAQAAAAAAAAsLAAAAJGM2ZDliYzMzLTg1OTMtNDhkYS04N2RiLTA2ZTQ4MjAyODMxMA

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Persian New Year Wishes

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2016

That makes a human, to think, to try, to laugh, to cry, to doubt, to pray, to hope, to dance, to jump, to fall. 2016 was a flawed person; she cried, she laughed, danced, hoped, and doubted. From a new aspect, she introduced me to myself, to my capabilities and constraints. She showed me how dear friends are. Mostly through Ali, Zara, Najmeh, Parisa, Mack, Meh, and Elena.

She took my stiff hands, calmed, loved, reassured, and on occasion hurt me. Ultimately, she lived with me.

Farewell, my friend. I cannot and will not forget you. Your memories will survive as long as I do. I sincerely hope for a better #2017 not only for myself but also the humankind as a harmonies whole.

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I am twenty-nine, and I wonder perhaps more than ever, whether it is possible to learn from past mistakes. I have begun to realise that in some unspeakable way, altering the path of life is getting harder to the extent that it is almost impossible without ambitious dreams and much hope.14445974_10210363742390723_3144399654826139132_n.