fatemeha's mother often spoke poetry to her daughters, even though she had neither sisters nor brothersveral helpers for the sake of the leader. i am grateful for god's mercy . i have four daughters in my house. i am fatima asma nourim . i am 6 years old. defines narrations taken from yesterday's karbala. o arrow, where are you in such haste , take a bow, calm teeth , don't listen to harlem's words, don't go back, make you calm to the qur'an. well done, very good, very good until today's karbala, sigh from gaza, sigh from gaza, children with beards, children whose bodies were burned, children hungry and thirsty after their mother's moon pill, the taste of these poetics has been tasted in the hearts of the children, so much so that they have also become poetry lovers. you grew up to be a poet, my mother, the same field of persian literature, and for example, if you become a university in tehran , do you like poetry? yes, it is like the mourning night of fatima, love it and put your veil on your head, it is a memory of fatima. the father of the house also has a place in maman arefe's poem

fatemeha's mother sam often talks to her daughters in the language of poetry. although i have no sisters, no brothers, i have several helpers for the leader , i am filled with the rain of god's mercy , i have four daughters in my house. defines in quatrain format. there are narrations from yesterday's karbala, you took an arrow, where did you hurry so slowly , take the bow, the teeth of the arrow are calm , don't listen to the words of every nation, don't go back, make you calm in the quran well done, very good, very good until today's karbala, oh from gaza, oh from gaza. it has been tasted in the hearts of the children so much that they have become lovers of poetry. grown up my mother's education is persian literature, for example, if possible. cover a single strand of my hair from the top of my head gently with your hands, you have a beard with its root, both outwardly and inwardly, you are pure. help me , you have made me one with you, o gradual and long love, he says, the companionship of mr. hamid reza, if it was not rhyme. hey ghazal, their life could not

fatemeha's mother often talks in the language of poetry although i have no sisters, no brothers , i have several helpers for the leader , i have four daughters in my house, my name is fatemeh asma nourim. and he defines his loved ones in the form of quatrains . narrations from karbala yesterday , where did you shoot an arrow in such a hurry? well done well done, very good , very good until today's karbala, oh from gaza, oh from gaza , the children who were uprooted. children who burned their bodies are hungry and thirsty children following their mother's moon pill. the taste of these poetics has been tasted in the children's hearts to the point that they too have grown up to be poets and poets. my mother's education is in the field of literature and persian . do you like thank you it is the mourning night of fatima, love her and put your tent on your head. it is a memory of fatima. the father of the house is also in the poems of maman arefa. i love you . when it even happens, cover a single strand of my hair that has fallen from my head with your hands, and cover your beard with you have