My daughter, born in Iran to Indian families,
Settled in Los Angeles in 1984.
She knew the Indo-Iranian art of threading faces,
Still unknown in the City of Angels.
My little girl, herself an angel,
thought to beautify angels more.
My little girl, modest herself,
opened a modest shop.
My daughter, a pioneer in the threading art,
Had her shop on Pioneer Boulevard.

She named it ZIBA, Persian for Beauty.
She threaded and threaded.
And the threading made faces “ziba” more.
And the threading made
the “Ziba” beauties spread the word.
She threaded more and more.

She needed help.
Who could be better than her children!
She had modeled them on her own pioneering.
Her daughter Suman joined to thread and
thread beauties more.
Suman became a highly helping hand.
Her son Sanjay, an attorney,
joined to attune it to the law.
Sanjay became a rightly guiding head.

Sumita joined too but
with a different spirit—marketing,
An instinct inherited from her daring dad.
And marketing marked the move to model more.
Beauties began pouring in
to become more beautiful.
It meant more hands for threading.
It meant more space for threading.
Ziba was not the modest model
of a threading move anymore.
It had grown into an enterprise and a surprise.

The enterprise entered into a new building,
Owned and remodeled to surprise
beauties more and more.
Beauties began multiplying.
From Santa Ana to Torrance,
The enterprise branched into six threading shops.

It meant still more hands for threading.
It meant more minds to mind the enterprise.
Hands were provided by experts in threading art,
Men and women, all very smart.
Minds were joined by all our relatives,
Aunts, cousins and our loving spouses.
Ziba became a beauty model
of friendly hands and family minds.