اشدیس

Still not a story of war and death, creativity and progress.

The story was hands.
Hand was raised |
Hands raised |
And people who take command.

Hands story began fighting.


Or raising of hands or command
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Hands were at work in the War
Many lost!

 hands were empty, and many of the parents, children and even restful sleep
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And in the hands of hands people, I just do not fly anymore
And we're not raised to any hand.
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In dreams

From this site to that site

All sites are error messages ... 404 ...

Devotee of God

Mohammad Mustafa "prophet" came to my bed.

Said "Hussein! You out! God wishes to see you dead."

Translation - Nafas Almoohoom - Sheikh Abbas Qomi, p.119

thank God for you

Fly, fly, fly away,

you let me fly so high.

Oh, fly, fly
 so high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky.

Thank you, thank you, thank God for you,

the wind beneath my wings.

misery

Shame!

Fear!

Alone!

Black heart!

Four main elements of our misery.

Raw and intimate

Live confidently together, be strong.
With your support of me.
Along with the programs and tasks.

When you feel, trust and support, are taken.
Courage, love and encouragement are away.

My eyes

One day the boy said 
Love is my cousin
Another boy said 
My love is Manijeh



Today I realized, my love is someone
To calm him every way I'm over.
And I'm trying to smile
And for his beautiful eyes ... My eyes are wet.