The love story of Fereshteh and Manouchehr began during the endless anxious time of the Islamic Revolution. It all began one day when Manouchehr rode his motorcycle to rescue
Fereshteh from the hands of the Shah's police officers, who had surrounded her.

A war broke out only a few months after beginning their new life. Iraq had thrown the first stone toward Iran, and Manouchehr was not one to stay at home with his revolutionary
spirit. Knowing that the time would come soon when he had to leave, he spent every waking moment with Fereshteh. Their hearts had become intertwined with each other's.

Chemical wounds of her husband were the remaining memories of the war for this lovestruck lady, and now it was time for her to summon all her might to withstand the difficulties
of life beyond the war; all of the unkindness, the harshness of his words, the financial challenges, and above all, the breaths of a Manouchehr who no longer wished to be in this world. However, his enchanted heart would not allow him to leave.

To this day, Fereshteh regrets her momentary look of consent to allow Manouchehr to leave this world, and thus, he closes his eyes for the last time and escapes this world. Fereshteh, however, can still feel his presence whenever she hears the greetings of her son Ali, whenever she sees the patience of her daughter Hoda, and especially so whenever she sees a white pigeon at her window.

This series of books entitled Unwithering Flames recounts stories of those men and women who, in the events of the Islamic Revolution and the Iraq war against Iran, turned away from this world just for the sake of God. In doing so, they became lovers in the true sense. They had the type of love that did not just make the pain of this world bearable, instead it was something beautiful for them. The love whose flame has not dimmed even with martyrdom or death.