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Narrative about the journey of the martyr of the revolution to Samnan district in a meeting with academics.

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فلسطین جنوبی · · Source

Narrative about the journey of the martyr of the revolution to Samnan district in a meeting with academics.

Narrative about the journey of the martyr of the revolution to Samnan district in a meeting with academics.

How long should I stay with the sadness of your distance?

Shortly after the holy month of 2005, the news came that Mr. Aga was going to visit Samnan and according to the district meetings, he would also hold a meeting with academics. I took that academic semester to prepare myself for the MA in Philosophy of Science. I was a student of mechanical engineering and my introduction to some topics of the humanities and Aga's concerns about the software movement and the production of science led me to change my field and philosophy of science. At the first opportunity I came to Samnan.

After three years of living in a dormitory, we rented a basement of a house in one of the old neighborhoods of Samnan to get away from the hustle and bustle of our dormitory room, which had become a place of recreation for my children in Sij and Had, and to study for Arshad in the peace of that basement. But after a year, that underground also became a gathering of friends. Hassan and Masoud from the entry of new mechanics, who became members of our household from the beginning, Amin was added later.

עכשיו, הוא היה אמור להיות האורח שלנו באוניברסיטת סמנאן. באותו בית סטודנט נהגנו לחשוב ביחד על פעילויות הביקור. עבר זמן רב מאז נהוג לשיר שיר או קינה בתחילת פגישות עם מנהיג המהפכה. לכן, כדי להתכונן לפגישה ההיא, היינו צריכים לחשוב על שירים ושירים לשיר יחד. כל אחד מהילדים הציע הצעה, עד שאמין אמר בטון בין צחוק לרציני: "אוי אתה, נשמתי ונשמתי". ואמרנו שאתה צודק! טוב מאוד!

In April 2006, the first Jihad camp of the students in Sage of Samnan University was held in Donki village in Birjand. Playing laments and hymns in the work and rest space was one of the children's sources of energy. "Oh, you are my soul and my spirit" was one of those hymns, with a song addressed to our Lord, the imam of that time (Arvahana Fida).

Rest in peace my dear.

See me on my way, O flowers!

I'm looking forward to Yosef Zahra!

hurry! Mola, Mola, Mola!

Now we had to adapt this song to the visit of mr.

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