My memories of Maryam Mirzakhani:
Last time when I saw her she was so happy with her little girl
Anahita, and my impression was that she was so much struggling to
keep her mother-daughter relation safe of all sorts of things related
to her image as a first women ever winning Fields medal. At this moment
the sadness of a 6 year old girl losing her mother is the greatest
motivation for me to write these lines of my memory of her.
I participated maths Olympiads in 1993 and right after
started my undergraduate course at Sharif university. I became
one of the responsibles for geometry problems of the maths Olympiad
team for the next two years in which Maryam twice won gold medal (a
great honor for me). Right at the beginning of the first problem
solving sessions, I understood that I have the tough job of
finding more challenging geometry problems which might keep the
team members like Maryam thinking for a
while. They were solving problems very fast and I was soon
running out of problems. I never got to know her beyond her
talent in mathematics, and my conversations with her never crossed
beyond lines, circles, equalities and inequalities in maths. There
could have been the discussion of such things in the
Iranian society. However, at that time I was too much limited to my own
circle of ideas and beliefs rooted in my culture and childhood
education.
The next news of her came to me in March 1998. I was
at that time in Rio trying to adapt myself to the new ambient and
culture. The bus carrying the team of Sharif university
for the annual Iranian mathematics competition for university
students in Ahvaz crashed into a ravine. She was in the
bus and survived. It was a great moment of happiness seeing the
survivors and sadness remembering those of my friends who passed
away. One of them was Reza Sadeghi Silver and Gold medal in 1994 and
1995 maths Olympiads, the same years in which Maryam got two
Golds. Until the year before and for two consecutive years I also
participated in such a competition. In 1999 when I visited Iran
I met her in Sharif university. She has already recovered from the
memories of the bus crash and was preparing herself to go to US.
Many years passed and since I went to do my
Ph.D at IMPA, Rio de Janeiro, I lost contacts with many of my friends,
including her, who went to US. This was until 2014 in which
I went to
Harvard for a sabbatical year. It was November 2014 and the next
month we were planning to return back to Rio. I knew that
she is coming for a conference. Some colleagues in the past
several months invited her to conferences and got no answer. I
was pretty
sure that she was busy with tons of email filling her Stanford
mailbox. Anyway, I dared and I wrote an email to her to join our
families for a dinner, a simple spaghetti. "Anahita loves
spaghetti", She
replied from her gmail account after a week or so. "I am still
overwhelmed by my full mailbox (and teaching!), and unfortunately
I miss more important emails quite often...".
We joined our families sometime in the late
November. She started talking about her intentions to visit Iran
for
which she has to apply for a Visa for Anahita. She told that she
was very eager to travel to Iran, but after so many emails from the
persons related to the government (and the opposition outside
Iran), she had to cancel her travel plans, and did not
know when once again could be able take her family to Iran. At some
point she started to talk about a group of Iranians who complained of
her, why she at some point has said that in Iran there
are good public schools, because they have interpreted this in
favor of the government. As it was clear each day she had to
put a considerable amount of time, going through her full
mailbox, sorting out which emails she has to reply.
She wanted the right to have the time for her family
and in particular to her daughter, in the same time, she was aware
of the great responsibility that she has in front of her.
She had a
very correct decision of cutting showman like aspects of her
post-Fields medal era. But still it was too much pressure on her to
keep the balance of her privacy and her public duties.
She was very interested that Anahita learns Spanish, and
for this, she had hired a Peruvian nanny. We told both Anahita
and Omid (my son) to speak each other in Spanish, but it didn't work.
English was dominant. She showed a lot of interest to have a visit of
Peru (my wife's country), so that Anahita practices her
Spanish. At some point we hopped to gather our families in Peru,
sometime in the future, and I told her about IMCA, a mathematics
institute at Lima. We mainly talked about kids, how they grow
fast, how they makes us happy (and sometime angry!). I
did not even dare to talk about her cancer, as I thought it must
destroy the happiness of the moment. In someway, I was trying
to convince myself that she is recovering from the cancer, and every
thing was going Ok.
A friend of mine in Iran once told me: "The politicians do
not listen to us, but they will listen to Maryam, that is why we were
interested to bring her back to Iran. In this way we might be able to
improve the quality of science in Iran". He was right. However, in a
society like Iran in which you mainly see black and white, and divide
people into good or bad, those who go to hell and those who
go to sky, and there is no intermediate between, how she could enjoy
the visit of her homeland. Just a picture with a politician would
be enough reason for many of us to talk non-sense staff.
My last meeting with Maryam is filled with her memories,
not only as a great mathematician, but also as a great mother who
could put all her glory aside and give her daughter the attention
she needed. But in the same time, being aware of her
responsibility as the first woman Fields medalist. And of
course, meantime fighting against her cancer. Emmy Noether's life
and the way she was treated in Germany, became a lesson for the
next generations, and I hope that, we will take lessons from her
short life too.
Hossein Movasati
IMPA, Rio de Janeiro, 19 July 2017.