children in keshm rayan shrine are two different and separate hands. in the dark night, he did not become a mother. fatima is crying because of you, zahra bob. the shape of the earth has come from the intensity of my journey, or the rawness of the world has become the shape of the earth. asghar does not have the stamina to cry. the head is bowed to the height of mola babila edsha with edshan's lips on the edge of the sea. look at the dry lips of yusuf zahra, the love of rabab and asghar in the heart of those six months was nothing but a sigh of relief. you are the light of the prophet's eyes, until the light of the prophet's eyes is the mirror of your prophetic perfection. i am the son of fatima athari hossein hossein abi abdallah noor do. zahra, suzam, zakhran, rukhzadeh, zahra, i have on my lips tonight , hossein abi abdullah, hossein hossein, abi abdullah, hossein hossein, abi abdullah, noor do, i am abi abdullah. why did you sleep in the dirt and blood, why, abi abdullah hossein hosseinam, abi abdullah noor do ainam, abi abdullah, all of my words.