you are very welcome to the view of my eyes, the nest of tos karamnama and feruda, which is your home. we love someone very much. we say my man. i want to present you a sonnet with the lines of my man , you can find my man in the sonnet . my man has awakened the sleepy mind. such a mirror in falak's garden has filled with the mist of the fog , my man has filled our palates with the wheel of life , paved the way with maa. janashkar comforted his hand and died. i am the master of that hand, with the strong language of zulfikari and with the language of zulfikari, the upright and proud, he has made the easy matter of time a city, i have made the heart of the dark soil bloom with his enlightening words, like solomon, the dawn has blossomed . my man has brought people to the green peak the perfection of following the old man has made the people under the yoke of the devil bewitch the darkness with his message . in order to give a pass from the sanctum sanctorum of the right fragrance in damascus , he has filled his veins with barrages, my man, as if everything we have is from the martyrs,