On Sunday evening I attended a classical Persian concert at the University of Maryland in College Park. The music bored me since my ears have been so tuned to the up-beat pop Persian songs like those of Kamran and Hooman. But I enjoyed the uniqueness of their art, the way they moved their fingers across the instruments, and sung some of Sa’di’s famous poems in unison. I liked the way they sat on a Persian rug, elegantly designed with flowers, instead of wooden chairs. I embraced their art because they were able to share not only their talents, but a part of Iran’s culture as well. With their music, they too embraced Iran’s poetry, music, art, and culture. These may be hidden glories, but I will always see them. A country’s structure may fall apart, but its love and art will never die; those are intrinsic.