moving towards karbala, in zarinpur's cough from the flowers that died they had thrown them, they wereping and the flowers on the windows of the eyes by mehdi ghazli are the result of the narrations that i saw on this route and how simple i was that i thought that it must be healthy and fresh. he doesn't know that the wave of people was with imam hussain, with some excuses. it was a subtle excuse. when the name of imam hussain is happy in the middle of the rest, all the political differences , ethnicities, races are sidelined. it is not normal, and with simple literature, with the help of numerous characterizations , they respect the views of the author. the book of the road, the story of the road, has many characters, but... because it is a very interesting and beautiful story, you will never think of these characters in the story. they were crying on their feet. an old man and an old woman came from arak on a motorcycle and they talked a lot about this book, especially their writing style is very unpretentious. immaculate and focused more on the margins, thirsty windows with a photo