, he came to the soul of agha mohsen, to the soul of shahid kazemi. now, alhamdulillah , he has a very good life. he was aware that, for example, a he did something even a little bit, now he is offended by it. i myself have been there two or three times, for example with his friend. well, in your friendship, he used to leave stones at home . kazemi , this is what we think of a martyr who dies , it is his body that dies, not a martyr who dies, his body dies and his soul is among us, that is what we have really seen, we are personally inferior. and he ate salt, salt did not fail. the last time it was successful . you saw it. after that, he sent a message. i want to go . i called him again. i said, god willing, when will you come back? once he said that god willing, i will not come back again. that we will never come back. and you could really feel that hojjati is dear to everyone. there are many comrades whose lives i now know, sir, you came, that sir mohseni , who again sir mohsin was a tool, mohseni's wisdom was that he kept his privacy well . well, t

he did not have much to do with the martyrs, but thanks to the blessing of agha mohsen the soul of mr. mohsen came to the soul of shahid kazemi . he is now living a very good life, thank god . he was aware that, for example, if he did something even a little bit now, i myself was two or three times , for example, with his friend. he was a good son to his parents, a good wife to his wife, and a good father to his child. this is the thing that we think of when a martyr dies, it is the body that dies, not the martyr dies, his body dies and his soul is among us, that is what we have really seen . we are, but mr. mohsen noon and he ate salt, he didn't fail. the last time he was successful, you saw him. then he sent a message, i want to go. i called him again. i said when are you coming back ? once he said that god willing, i won't come back. he said that he won't come back. and you could really feel that the dear martyr hojjati spent his whole life to train the force, that there are many comrades whose lives i now know, mr. omidion, mr. mohsene, who again, mr. mohsen was a means of mohseni

seyyed mohsen mahmoudi, chairman of the coordination council for islamic propaganda and tehran province , haj agha. hello , good morning. hello and good morning to all dear viewers, and we send our greetings to all the dear martyrs of the islamic revolution, the martyrs who defend the shrine, the martyrs of health, the martyrs of security, may they live, god willing, please tell me about today 's program. the first day begins with the martyrdom of the brave martyr. there are those who are martyred at the hands of mercenary agents of hypocrisy, of course, dastardi martyr is one of the martyrs of shahrivar day, but he is injured and dies a few days later on the 8th of shahrivar, which is the anniversary of the martyrdom of the martyrs of rajaei and with art, the martyred president. our martyr prime minister, each of these martyrs have distinguished characteristics and indicators, which is interesting to say to both the appointed power and the judiciary, for the executive power and personalities who are waiting for the position of the clergy, the position of the bazaar and different classes in in fac

mohsen hosseini. in the name of god. look at the smiling sun, say hello to tomorrow, hello to the future, look at the sun , the pilgrimage day of agha imam reza, peace be upon him, the end of the end, the most gracious, the most gracious, hello, good morning, welcome , hello, today's reporter, god willing, you are well , i invite you to today's program with stay with us. i tied your hands to become more beautiful i want you to be more alone with you. i want you to be like the rain from the spring , i want you to date restless days , no one in me believed in you, no one in my mood it didn't make the crazy person better, i asked you again for zalf parishran. i asked for rain for the city of nostalgia. i asked for rain for the city of nostalgia. i am the same as if you are like me in my cave, i am beyond the one you made in me, i built a bridge with your hands to be beautiful. i want to be lonelier than you , i am even lonelier with you. think of a chain, you wise people, you drove me crazy. think of a chain, you wise men, you are the smell of me it made me crazy to tell my secret to every stranger. the hindu child drove me crazy, i'm