participating in these renovations and the heritage has been inherited until we were present in this year. the performance of ritual artists under the historical roofs of the bazaar is the type of night performance of the houses in the form of kopig, which is very consistent with the arches of the bazaar that the architects of that period built. various mobile groups of taazieh khan organize taazieh meetings .

eyməlardon gəran vardı əlamlər gözı yarlarda qalar, sübəh dav, ey əlamdar ışan, nə yatıq gözər, ay qarii hasim.

because i am seeking the truth, i am telling you, because i am seeking the truth, listen to the story of faith. get up, abbas, get up, abbas, in the sight of my children the sea is a mirage, the sea is a mirage, my heart, your heart , our hearts are all with rabab's child, it is with rabab's child

. help me, my dear jana , drink water , it is full . in the valley of the blood of the desert, to the madness of the song of release, you are condemned to death. the door of the blood of the desert, to the madness of the song of release

, do not reach your hand. the end of the storm to the loyalty that i try to the sea.

he gave his life for his beloved, the most free , he gave his life for his beloved, he gave his head and life for the sake of god the path of god has given the door and the soul

, that friend of courage is hidden in front of that lion, in front of him. he obeyed and obeyed the agreement , he obeyed the agreement like a wave hit the heart of the sea, only black on his shoulders, the blue of saqqard, the blue of saqqah on his shoulders, the blue of saqqa below. they said to themselves, god, god , god, god, if my hand goes out of my hand, i will go out of my hand, i will never give up

, i will never give up. that the shrine is burning in the theme of my life, jana jana, look who prayed the only general, the only general, the only general, in the valley of the blood of the desert, to the madness of the song of rehayed barzd, bargandai.

if his path is lost in danger, knowledge has fallen from his hand, knowledge has flowed from his hand, blood has flowed from his eye , knowledge has flowed from his hand, blood has flowed from his eye , remember from the depth of his heart.

he bowed down, stand up, what a flower from my garden, the flower has become less , it has grown, allah is great, it has become clean, my hossein's head has been separated, my hossein's head has been separated.

o hossein, o hossein, hossein, o hossein, o hossein, sing with me , peace be upon you, the resident of karbala, hello, my soul has settled , hossein, hossein, hossein, hossein, hossein, hossein, hossein.

the earth and the sky cry like the chest of the woman of nineveh.

salutations to ali sadem of karbala to hussain or hussain or hussain or hussain on that broken body, greetings on that broken body , greetings on that eye full of stars. on that killing ground filled with the smell of sin, on that killing ground filled with the smell of garlic, on that wound more than number of greetings, on that wound more than number of greetings, salam ali rested my soul.

hussain, hussain, hussain, hussain, hussain , hussain, sir, crying is a salve for your wound , crying is a salve for your wound, whatever

i do to your wound, less than that, the mourner is your mother, fatima , the mourner is your mother, fatima, your mourning is the greatest mourning. your organs are the greatest mourning. peace be upon you hello

hussein, hussein, hussein, hussein, hussein, hussein

, my youth, if he is a follower of akbar, if my child is a follower of your minor , if i am old and beloved, may i become a saddle and beauty in the way of god. salam ali sakan. my life, my life, salam ali , it was two-story, and it was made of wood and it was

old. i was born in 1330, but i know that since the time of my father , grandfather, grandmother, grandmother, i was a child at that time . the roof and the arrangement of the bricks on the floor have doubled its beauty . my grandfather gave a gift. place of help place of help .

this is the historical part of khalchan, one of the five historical parts of tafarsh city. a city whose lifeless pieces of wood came back to life in the heart of the tall pieces to hold a noble funeral. i myself was engaged in reciting prayers in this place since i was 10 years old. a ritual that starts from the first of muharram and continues until the day of arbaeen on a daily basis. it is held in this city, and in the blood of these people, the blood of ajna is really flowing , who take the limbs of hussain, and every muharram year, and

many people also see things in this ta'zia in the name of allah , the most merciful, the most merciful. the city of tafarsh

is one of the cradles of the world religion of ta'ziyeh in iran.

susuz güldə, ey kaşmiyim budem nə? hüseynşir xar oğlu, susüzükdan dıldə dildə ali əsqərə xatır siziqanə.

in the name of allah, the most merciful, the most merciful, hello, dear viewers, dear compatriots, news at 10 o'clock. on the night of ashura hosseini, muharram 1403, the streets were forbidden from the women of aba abdullah who came to hold the banner of the hosseini movement.