day shines in the name of mola among the flowers, it is a lie , you shine like the day of ghadir karimian, and like the shine of all the days and moments of this earth that ali and there is no day in the world from ghadir to muharram, from najaf to karbala, you only have to go with your heart and return without your heart, the distance between ghadir and muharram it is a romantic verse, from the same type of martyrs' allegiance, the desire for martyrdom was beautiful and the ornament of their clothes was weighted. these flowers reach the six-cornered shrine of love , to my hand, the knot-breaker of abbas, to a desert where you saw nothing but thorns and heard no wounds. and your mysterious whispers here in the neighborhood of the sunlight and with answers and answers where the heart says, in my head other than the air , you longing for honey questions are indescribable . that i was humbled to discuss flower arrangement in the company of our honorable friends and artists i am grateful to god in isfahan that the shrine of hazrat abulfazl is the cafe that god has given, or the amount here is