days before mother 's day, the wives and daughters of the martyrs had gone to jamaran to meet imam dakalma, which i read. i hugged him and took him to the imam who was sitting in the porch it would be too much, but this one had another bag for him. the persian language has 226 million words, a feeling of aero is missing from this 206, 26 million vaginas. one cannot describe it. mr. mahmoud was not yet born when his mother became the wife of a martyr, herself the daughter of a martyr , in terms of their family's financial situation. they had a good one, but still he had gone to the south, he had rented a very small room for tuition fees, he lived separately, he lived very, very simply, but the meeting that put his name in the newspapers 4-5 months before the meeting with the president, when he showed me a very cool and special intimacy how many surahs do you know? you are singing beautifully. it was a few minutes ago that you would be the child of martyrs for a lifetime. we told him that his greatest wish was to connect with you, a short walk with the imam, a meeting with imam shahrari, and