from the door of your blood with a hand, anyone who hits you says. who is very dead, the people of mardaithe salve of pain, abbas, the hope of today, abbas shafi, of tomorrow , the man of mardai, abbas, the death of abbas, the hope of today , abbas. shafi fardaei, my dear, my love, you smell my flower , my dear, the light of my mother, my dear, my dear, my lord abu fazil, when i get thirsty, i remember your name everywhere. i was saying under my breath that my muscles would flow i had the right to be your servant, sir , with honor, peace be upon you, or ibn fazl al-arb, peace be upon you, or abul fazl rabas. i don't know that i have a special love to sit here and serve the mourners of agha imam hossein. the afghan witness fatemiyoun suresh was from a small delegation in the city of mashhad. i know the tears that have fallen from my eyes. i am one of your tears . i didn't forget that you are broken in a hundred places, your hatred is sitting in the eyes of god, because of the sad heart of zainab, whose hossein is more concerned about the mourning of his wife and children. someone taller th