Is the sun dead? A collection of al-Dakr stories as we used to move forward. From the very beginning I set a date with myself when I get to the grave, to stop for a few minutes, look at it and say whatever comes to my mind. But when my eyes fell on Mr. Mazar's picture, full of red flowers, I was saddened. My legs got weak. I could no longer deny his departure. I forgot all the words I had already prepared in my heart. I passed by the grave and reached the exit door. I couldn't see anything. I leaned my head against the door and my stomach broke. The young girl who was in front of me stood there and cried. He turned his head. He was younger than I thought. I was sad that I could not enlighten my heart. I wanted to share this sadness with someone. I hadn't said anything yet when tears rolled down his face and he said: "I couldn't see them up close." Once a friend of mine called and said there was only one student meeting card left. I wanted to give you the ticket. He looked around the hall and continued: "But I was in Mashhad at the time and I did not visit." His chin quivered. Tears remained hesitant in his eyes; stay or leave He said: "I have now returned to the shrine of Imam Razam. I feel that the gentleman came to me this time." I stared at him. It was like my heart was falling apart. I came to visit the gentleman, but now I perceive that the gentleman has not gone; This time he came to visit us himself. Akramzani fate sub-narratives in Khamenei's media. IR from the stories of the presence of people near the lighted grave of the revolutionary slain leader in al-Zakr of the Holy Shrine of Ali bin Musa al-Reza (AS), Aban 1405.

Is the sun dead? A collection of al-Dakr stories as we used to move forward. From the very beginning I set a date with myself when I get to the grave, to stop for a few minutes, look at it and say whatever comes to my mind. But when my eyes fell on Mr. Mazar's picture, full of red flowers, I was saddened. My legs got weak. I could no longer deny his departure. I forgot all the words I had already prepared in my heart. I passed by the grave and reached the exit door. I couldn't see anything. I leaned my head against the door and my stomach broke. The young girl who was in front of me stood there and cried. He turned his head. He was younger than I thought. I was sad that I could not enlighten my heart. I wanted to share this sadness with someone. I hadn't said anything yet when tears rolled down his face and he said: "I couldn't see them up close." Once a friend of mine called and said there was only one student meeting card left. I wanted to give you the ticket. He looked around the hall and continued: "But I was in Mashhad at the time and I did not visit." His chin quivered. Tears remained hesitant in his eyes; stay or leave He said: "I have now returned to the shrine of Imam Razam. I feel that the gentleman came to me this time." I stared at him. It was like my heart was falling apart. I came to visit the gentleman, but now I perceive that the gentleman has not gone; This time he came to visit us himself. Akramzani fate sub-narratives in Khamenei's media. IR from the stories of the presence of people near the lighted grave of the revolutionary slain leader in al-Zakr of the Holy Shrine of Ali bin Musa al-Reza (AS), Aban 1405.