I first met Dr. Dashti in 1993, when my father bought an import permit for a car from him for five hundred thousand tomans, and with that permit we imported a Toyota for his own personal use. From that time onward, given my job and my responsibilities at Yazd University, I had a great deal of contact with him. My best memory goes back to 2022, when I was living in America and traveled from Michigan to California with my wife and son to visit him, and we were guests of him and his kind wife for several days. Whatever I say about the hospitality of him and his good and kind wife, Mrs. Golkarieh, would still fall short. At UC Irvine he had rented a small plot of farmland from the university, where he grew tomatoes and other summer vegetables, and almost every day we would go there together to pick the ripened produce and water the garden. At that time the doctor occasionally had minor heart trouble, and after two years he decided to move to the city where his daughter, grandchild, and family lived. There he underwent that fateful surgery at the hospital, contracted an infection from the operating room, and was never able to regain his health, until this sorrowful event came to pass. Two days before his passing, he sent me a piece of music with a song by an unknown singer, the content of which spoke of farewell and so on, which I posted in his memory on my own Instagram page, @mahmudkhodadad. May his soul be joyful and his memory eternal.

Our sorrow at the loss of that dear and honorable soul cannot be contained in words. When they had returned from England, their son, Mr. Naser, was about 10 years old and did not yet have a sufficient command of reading and writing Persian. At the same time as enrolling him in school, they had also engaged a tutor to teach him at home. During one of the examinations, the tutor noticed that Naser had written the answers to two questions incorrectly. He told him the correct answers and asked him to amend them. Naser wrote down the correct answers. But after the tutor left, he crossed out the correct answers and once again wrote the same incorrect ones as before. After the examination, the tutor realized what had happened and asked him in astonishment: "I had told you the correct answer, so why did you write the previous answer again?" Naser replied: "At that time I did not know it, but now I have learned it. If you give me the test again, I will write it correctly." This memory is only a small example of the manner of upbringing and the deep, valuable outlook of that honorable father toward his son: an upbringing founded upon genuine learning, self-confidence, and a true understanding of the meaning of education. The memory and name of the departed will always be cherished. We ask Almighty God to grant him peace and His boundless mercy, and to grant his esteemed family patience and forbearance. May his soul rest in joy and his memory be honored.

He never dies whose heart has come alive with love: our endurance is inscribed on the register of the world. My acquaintance with Dr. Dashti goes back to the time of his deanship at the Faculty of Natural Resources. He needs no introduction, but his particular qualities were good character, kindness, a sense of responsibility, honesty, integrity of hand and purity of heart, manliness, and devotion to people. In California I had the honor of being his neighbor for more than a year in the city of Irvine, and that was my good fortune. At a time when my family had returned to Iran and I was alone, he would usually come home in the afternoons. One day he called me and said, "I am on my own, and my wife has cooked Yazdi qeymeh; let us have it together." I accepted, and troubled him. He repeated the invitation another time as well. But more important was the trauma incident that befell me. I was truly close to the late Dr. Dashti, Dr. Mohammad Bazzaz and Mr. Mehdi Dehghan. After Irvine, I had rented a house in Westminster that had a natural, beautiful setting, and I invited him to come and see it with a view to moving; he came and liked it, but he did not move there. In the aforementioned incident I was taken to the emergency room at the UCI Medical Center, and after surgery I called him myself, because even my insurance card was inside my house and there was no one to bring it to me. Asghar Agha had apparently taken time off work; he came, took the key to the house, went, took great trouble, and among a great many documents inside he found my card and brought it. On his last trip to Iran, however much I insisted on lunch or dinner, he did not accept because of his work conditions, the pressure of it, and the stress; he only came to my office for an hour or two and we had coffee together. Unfortunately he had a brief confiding of sorrows about the lack of consideration shown him by Yazd University at that time, and then he left. He also let me know about the house he had bought in America. After his heart surgery we had a very short video call through his esteemed brother. His dear, smiling, kind face will never fade from my sight. I ask God to grant steadfast patience and health to every member of his esteemed family: Mrs. Golkarieh, his honored wife, dear Mr. Naser and the precious Miss Parisa, his revered mother, his esteemed sisters and honored brothers, especially Colonel Seyyed Mohammad Dashti. I have some photographs which were lost when my iPhone was reset; if I can recover them, I will send them. 🙏🖤☘️

A photograph of the late one, who graced our city with their presence forty years ago, together with their family. May God have mercy upon them 🖤

Let me weep like a cloud in springtime, for even stone cries out on the day of parting from friends. The news of the passing of the friend and lifelong companion of the faculty members of the School of Natural Resources, the dear and honorable Dr. Seyed Ali Asghar Dashti, is deeply painful, sorrowful, and unbelievable. My condolences to his esteemed family and to all my dear colleagues. He was a great man: noble, affectionate, beloved, and broad-minded, with a soul free of rancor and a compassionate heart. Throughout his tenure as director, calm and warmth always prevailed in the school, and with breadth of vision, devotion, and a strong sense of duty he made great efforts for the advancement and elevation of the school. When he accepted emigration so that his children might continue their studies, he had no intention of settling permanently abroad. Unfortunately, certain administrative difficulties and unkindnesses meant that the school was deprived forever of that noble man's valuable service. Yet he always had the school in his thoughts and never severed his ties with his colleagues. Over all these years I remained in contact with him, and I felt his love for Iran, and especially for Yazd University and the School of Natural Resources, in his very being. Once, when I traveled to America, I witnessed hospitality and generosity in every part of his character. O God, we saw nothing from him but goodness and virtue. Raise him up with his pure forefathers and with his mother Fatimah Zahra (peace be upon her). May his soul be joyful and may the highest paradise be his abode. O Saadi, a man of good name never dies; dead is the one whose name is not remembered with goodness.

Hello. I came to know him around 2001, when he took on the deanship of the Faculty of Natural Resources for the second time. He had a very composed and dignified character, and those of us who were younger all felt at ease in his presence and benefited from his rich experience. When he emigrated to America, he entrusted his plot of land, which was next to our home, to me so that I would make sure no one encroached upon it. After the wall was built, he also gave me a key so that if any problem arose I could go in and take care of it. Once, when he had come to Yazd, I told him that people were offering a good price for the land and that he should sell it. He said, "No, Doctor, this land is the excuse for us to return one day." Throughout these years I was always waiting for him to come back and build on his land, so that we might benefit from being his neighbors and enjoying his company. Sadly, this news took us by surprise. May his soul rest in joy.

My first meeting with the late Doctor goes back some 40 years ago, when he had just returned from America. He and his late father and mother had come to our town, and they were so kind and gracious, always with a smile on their lips. Even though it was our first meeting, I was drawn to that bright, kind face of his. The moment of farewell was truly hard for us, as though we had been friends for years. What a loss, what a great loss, that we have lost such a friend. For Nasser Khan and his esteemed family I wish patience and divine reward, and for him I pray for God's forgiveness and mercy. May his soul be joyful and enveloped in divine mercy 🖤🖤🖤🖤

I was deeply saddened and shocked to hear of the passing of Ebn-e Jouri, that fine and cultivated man. My acquaintance with him goes back to Shahrivar 1374, when I went to Yazd University to be hired and took over the teaching of the Ecology course in his place, as the doctor was leaving for Liverpool to continue his studies. After he returned from his studies we were colleagues again for several years, and quite frankly he was one of the finest and most honorable colleagues I have had in these thirty-odd years. May God have mercy upon him.

Ana Allah and Ana Aliyeh Rajjoon Today was one of those days when my insides were in turmoil and I didn't know why until I came across this unfortunate and shocking news in my group of colleagues at Yazd University: "Unfortunately, Dr. Nazanin Dashti passed away today." I was very, very upset. Their son posted this news on Instagram. "My condolences to all friends and colleagues on the passing of one of our most beloved colleagues. May God rest their souls." Farewell, my dear and compassionate friend and colleague. Your memory has never left my heart and will never leave it. May your soul be happy and your memory eternal. 🖤🖤🖤

I still can't believe it….. They left so soon… He was an extraordinarily decent man, sincere, a patriot, and possessed of a great heart… My earliest memories of him and his family go back to when I was about 7 years old and we traveled together to England…. Those were very good days; those gatherings, those trips, they still come back to me….. May God have mercy upon him…. May his memory be cherished forever….

Greetings, When I was in primary school, Asghar Agha (my aunt's husband) would carefully and patiently draw the illustrations from my textbooks into my notebook, so that I could do my homework with more enjoyment and better understanding. Throughout my years of schooling and afterwards, he always shared with me a wealth of valuable experience and lessons that I will never forget. His memory will always live on in my heart. May his soul rest in peace, and may his memory be honoured.

In the Name of God, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful "Indeed, we belong to God, and indeed, to Him we shall return." With the utmost regret, sorrow, and profound grief, news of the passing of the learned scholar, distinguished professor, and pioneer in the field of natural resources sciences, the late Dr. Seyed Ali-Asghar Dashti, has brought deep sadness and mourning to the great family of Yazd University and to the scientific and academic community of the nation. Undoubtedly, the name and memory of that late professor are inseparably bound to the history of higher education, and in particular to the founding and flourishing of the Faculty of Natural Resources and Desert Studies at Yazd University. He was not only among the influential founders and intellectual architects of this scholarly institution, but also, during two terms as dean of that faculty, with prudent management, an indefatigable spirit, and a development-oriented vision, laid firm foundations for the training of generations of specialists and guardians of the nature of this land. His blessed and continuous presence in the arena of teaching and research until 1387 (2008) added golden pages of honor and virtue to the annals of Yazd University's history. His emigration abroad never severed his heartfelt bond and scholarly commitment to his birthplace and his home university; his genuine love for his homeland and his boundless concern for the advancement and excellence of natural resources knowledge in Iran endured until the final days of his fruitful life. The precious and enduring act of that noble man of learning in 1398 (2019), in donating the collection of rare books from his personal library to Yazd University, stands as clear testimony to his deep love and devotion to the scholarly vitality of the students and researchers of this land, and as a shining example of the goodly tradition of disseminating knowledge and of enduring good works (bāqiyāt al-ṣāliḥāt). On behalf of the faculty members, students, and staff of Yazd University, I sincerely offer my condolences and sympathy for this sorrowful and irreparable loss to the national and international scientific community, especially to his grieving colleagues and students at Yazd University, as well as to the honorable and esteemed Dashti family and the other dear survivors. From the Almighty God I beseech, for that late professor, divine forgiveness and boundless mercy, elevation of his station, and companionship with the righteous and the virtuous; and for the noble survivors and grieving loved ones, beautiful patience and abundant reward. May his name and memory ever remain cherished and immortal in the scientific and academic firmament of Iran.