I met Hoda through my wife, when our children started school.
What caught my attention was that she was from Iran, that she spoke Persian — and that she was also Argentinian! My mind was blown 🤣.
She was a very sociable person, very polite, affectionate… truly an angel.
I remember we would run into each other at school, and we were both very excited about our children’s education.
She was 100% devoted to Drazen.
We would talk about our worries, whether we were doing things right or wrong as parents.
I remember that when she told my wife and me that she was an artist, we started asking her all sorts of questions: what she did, how she did it… a thousand questions.
One of her dreams was to have a printing press to make her engravings with frames, and together with her brother-in-law Javi, we went — like a crazy adventure — to get that press.
I remember one day I told her that Persian sounded full of “p,” “l,” “o,” and “a,” that it sounded like parim param — she burst out laughing; she didn’t expect that. We laughed so much about it.
Her spirituality, so present through her Bahá’í Faith…
And her way of being was simply Hoda.
Anyone who knew her knows she was pure love.
One of her last phrases was: “Let us live for her.”
Wherever you are, we love you so much.
We miss you deeply.
And in this family, you left a mark that can never be erased.
Thank you for giving us your friendship. Forever, Hoda.
Your friend, Javi