❤️ love

love

It started somewhere

what is your name

It hit my ears

and intellect

Like an extinguished candle

Against the fever of your presence

evaporated

you came

and the world

It fell off

you are

It was rewritten

and me

In the glory of a glance

i understood

madness

sometimes

It is more sacred than any wisdom

ah........

The moment you get close

and your look

It falls on my pulse

my heart

It beats like that

as if he wants

Take refuge in your arms

My breath is short

And I see

How every time you

there is a way

Between fire and peace

i

in the heat of your presence

I get lost

In the trembling of your fingers

I will be found

and you

In the same close beats

you understand me

that love

It is the same moment

that the world

to two people

It summarizes

madness

When it makes sense

that your forehead

It rests on my chest

and time

to our respect

stands

there

No land left

not the sky

only

two souls

that from the intensity of enthusiasm

in each other

are released

After that flame

After that sweet storm

in your arms

I sit down

and peace

so deep

It takes root in me

as if

all the prophets

for this moment

have prayed

Yes.....

love

It means madness

when

your hands

It becomes my refuge

your breath

mention me

and your presence

my world

Behnam Respected

Commentary on the love poem of Mohammad Al Afte

This poem is a romantic confession, a confession that goes beyond reason and reaches the realm of intuition, fever, and sanctity of madness.

This poem is the narrative of a moment when love disables reason

Where the name of the beloved is not only heard,

Rather, it sits on John's ears

And this cold tool of calculation

Against the fever of presence,

melts, evaporates,

and can no longer stand.

The arrival of the lover in this poem

It is not the entry of a human being

The arrival of an earthquake is ontological.

The world disappears

Being is rewritten,

And the narrator finds out that

Sometimes madness is a sublime form of understanding.

the climax of the poem,

It is the place where body and soul reach a common language:

The look that falls on the pulse,

A heart that wants

No, just jump.

But take refuge.

Commentary on the poem Eshgh Behnam Mohtarami by Mohammad Al Afte

Your hair

your hair

They have hidden the night in themselves

Not from those dark nights

But the night is quiet

And allows the moon

Land on your shoulders.

when they sit

He remembers that time must pass

and me

I have been used to standing like this for years

to the moment when the world

At the turn of a glance

And in the soft swing of your hair

He holds his breath.

watching you

It is my religion

silent mention

which is repeated every time

And every time

It takes root deeper in my soul.

If love

He had a place to stay

Not in words

and not in promises

Undoubtedly

under your hair

He was making a home

Somewhere in the middle of the night

That is safe

It is eternal

And it belongs only to me.

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

Narrated by edward engle

Narrated by Edward Engle

History is not written by conquerors
History is written by those who push the button and are never seen.
Those whose names are not on any documents but their fingerprints are left on every incident.

October 7 was the beginning that was not the end

I remember that day well.
Not because of explosions, not because of falling walls...
Because of the permission that was issued.
A short sentence that was transmitted from London and took the world out of its orbit.

Gaza was just a spark.
The plan was written years ago in dark rooms amid the smell of old papers and scratched maps.
From London, not from Tel Aviv.

In the first hours, the chain conflict map was activated
Lebanon in suspension
Syria on the elimination table
Iraq is on the verge of destabilization
Yemen has become a global lever
And Iran.......the ultimate goal.

Yalda night [Activate code]

Yalda 1402 was not just one long night.
The British ambassador released a poetic message
People smiled, analysts were silent
But we knew...
This was not Yalda's song.
It was a password.
A message to networks, not to people.

From that night, the operation entered a new phase
The beads were removed one by one
They stirred the pot of the region so much that the sound went to three continents
And the assassinations turned from a reactionary mode to the implementation of the program.

Iran [break the column]

Kerman
The explosion was not just an explosion
It was a reaction test.

Damascus
The attack on the consulate was an official declaration of war.
No war with Iran
The war with the order of the region, which was centered on Iran.

Commanders were removed one by one.
Not by Israel
But with a green light that was lit from somewhere else.
A lamp whose color is always constant, colonial gray.

The helicopter did not crash
turned off
President, Minister of Foreign Affairs...
A scene I had seen before
Mossadegh
Shah's brother
And now..... repeating the pattern with more subtlety.

Lebanon [cut]

Hassan Nasrallah was on the list for many years.
Not because of the weapon
Because of the symbolic power.
Not a single person was eliminated when he left
A voice was silenced.

After him, the decision-making circles fell one by one.
Lebanon entered the headless phase
A force without command.

Syria [fruit of the old seed]

They did not take Syria in one day.
It took him twenty years.

English woman
As he had a mission from his student days
He continued his work quietly.
When Bashar left, Syria was already dead
Only the news of his death was reported late.

Iraq [turning off legitimacy]

No coup, no war.
This time the slow erosion of legitimacy.
The bases were empty, the groups were isolated
And Iraq became a playing field again
Not a country to stand.

Yemen [world map]

Yemen was not a war
It was a pressure card
The Red Sea is the artery of world trade
And the direct presence of England...
Nothing was accidental.

12-day war [miscalculation]

They thought that Iran had collapsed
The axis of resistance without a head
tired people
But Iran's response was out of the pattern.

The US base in Qatar was targeted.
Not to win
for the message
That was enough for them to accept the ceasefire.

Summary of Edward Engel

Britain is always the same
Sows seeds
He waits for decades
and picks the product at the right moment.

Today's Middle East is not the result of haste
It is the result of old colonial boredom.
Aging that goes slowly
But it is never silent.

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

The will of mashhad mashallah

The will of Mashhad Mashallah

Mashhadhi was a Twelver Shia.

Not from those who used to recite zikr from night to morning

One of those who worked from morning to night.

He paid insurance premiums for thirty-five years.

He was a simple worker in a metal workshop

His hands still smelled of burnt oil

When he got the pension book

One morning, after prayer

He said to himself:

A wise person should also think about his death.

He went to Beheshtzahra first.

He said: How many graves?

they said

It depends where it is

Do you want two-story or single-story?

Shady or sunny

old or new

Heard the prices

His smile froze

grave

It started from a few meters

But the size did not matter

They were all one meter by two meters

The classes were different

Classes of people too.

He went to the shroud.

He said: Give simple pants.

they said

We don't have simple

This one has a verse

That one's name is Fourteen Masoum

That one is a guarantee of intercession.

Prices went up by the number of words.

Mashadhi said mashallah under his breath

So who is speechless?

I have nothing to do with God.

He himself knows everything.

[didn't have]

He went to the local mosque

For the third ceremony

The servant of the mosque told the price.

It started from twenty five million.

The mosque itself was old

But the account is new.

Mashadhi, Mashallah, come back home.

He poured tea.

He called the children.

said:

i died

do not shroud me

Do not bathe

Do not take a mosque

Do not buy a grave.

If it is

Leave me at home.

If not

Throw it in the big trash can at the end of the street

Maybe the municipality collected me for free.

One of the children started crying.

Mashhadhi Mashallah said:

don't cry

We were not driven from God's door

We were driven by the prices.

that night

He did not understand that dying in this country

It has been classified for years

Just understand

for some

Even death is temporary.

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

Endless storm

Endless storm

your body

It's like a map of fire.

every line

It is a way to a new temptation.

your shoulders

From the very first moment

Like two half-open curtains of the night

they call me

to pass

From the edge of silence

and reach the land of the awakening of souls.

your neck

It is a place where the night

He loses his breath.

where your skin

It has a strange heat

like the sun

It starts here

And until my last wish

continues

your breasts…

Two volcanoes are quiet;

Calm in appearance

But every time I get close

Their secret lava

The tongue burns my soul.

Something in their soft arch

kills me

Like the hands that

with a glance

They take the wrist of my heart.

your back—

Where is the temptation?

lurking

Like a light snake

that turns

And me with him

It lasts until the last tremor of the night.

your skin

It is the softest trap in the world;

I touch it everywhere

A breath comes from you

And a breath from me

decreases

your arms

Heaven is not—

more like

It is a forest with fire in the branches

If I step into it

There is no turning back.

you

You don't attack—

You just get closer

And all the fire you have hidden

breaks through

in my bones

i

against you

nothing…

except gray

That is the height of pleasure

It is found in burning.

#behnammohtarami #

The fire of your body

you

when you come

It's not cold...

I'm shaking

From the heat of your body

which is like a wild wave

It falls on my tired body

And makes me anew.

your arms

no refuge—

It is a firehouse

which I step into every time

your lips

Smoke rises from my soul.

your breasts

The two moons are close to the earth.

they shine

They kill

And they move the night.

Every time they approach me

The world is getting smaller

And the only thing I understand

It is your broken breath

which slips on my neck

And it ends.

your temptation

He does not speak

no sound—

with his fingertips

It walks on my skin

and me

powerless

I collapse

your love

It is an attack that I like to repeat every night.

a ruin

I come out of it more alive.

let

the heat of your body

Take the last piece of my mind from me—

I have come

until I finish

in the arms of

of a thousand fires

It is more burning.

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

The fire of your body

you

when you come

It's not cold...

I'm shaking

From the heat of your body

which is like a wild wave

It falls on my tired body

And makes me anew.

your arms

no refuge—

It is a firehouse

which I step into every time

your lips

Smoke rises from my soul.

your breasts

The two moons are close to the earth.

they shine

They kill

And they move the night.

Every time they approach me

The world is getting smaller

And the only thing I understand

It is your broken breath

which slips on my neck

And it ends.

your temptation

He does not speak

no sound—

with his fingertips

It walks on my skin

and me

powerless

I collapse

your love

It is an attack that I like to repeat every night.

a ruin

I come out of it more alive.

let

the heat of your body

Take the last piece of my mind from me—

I have come

until I finish

in the arms of

of a thousand fires

It is more burning.

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

The breathing of two lovers

It was a moment

that the world

Between our sharp breaths

fell out of orbit

you are close

so close

that fever

All my old doubts

It was melting

your heart

you knock

Impatient

as you say

in every pulse

my name

He entrusts to the chest of the world

My hand slipped

on your trembling back

In the same short pause

i understood

This is the mysticism of naked existence

two souls

that from the intensity of enthusiasm

the body

They are a means of manifestation

You were panting

And whenever the weather

It passed through your lips

It's like a silent prayer

in my chest

It was answered

Your shoulders shake

so me

He had reached the threshold of light

as if angels

hand to chest

They were watching

How to love

from our fire

takes wings

when your arms

He gathered around me

and your foreheads

It rested on my chest

the world

He fell into a royal silence

your heart

slowly

from the storm

It turned into a breeze

and me

In that calm after the flame

i understood

that God

Sometimes yourself

Not in the sky

That in trembling breathing

two lovers

reveals

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

Tĥ warmth of your soul was a verse

The warmth of your soul was a verse

The night began with our breath
when you came
And the world between your eyes
He fell from the crowd

Your lips landed on mine
It was not a kiss
No Tamanna
It was a truth from a thousand years ago
It was written in our destiny

The warmth of your body
It was a verse that
It glows in the dark
and me in your arms
i understood
why god
He created man from love.

Your hand slipped on my shoulder
my body
He forgot the cold of the whole world,
and your heat
Like a hidden dawn
It ran through my veins

That moment when your forehead
It rested on my forehead
time
stood up
breaths
cleared
and us
We were two flames
that in each other
to a light
We became

After all that sweet storm
You fell quietly next to me
It is as if the world has just been created

i
in the silence of your breath
I reached the light
And I knew that
peace of mind
Not in prayer
Not in distant mysticism
that is in you
when in my arms
you relax

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

I wish i was the sun

I wish I was the sun

until every dawn

to rise on your lips

sit on your neck

and my kisses

Like warm morning light

I will slowly spread it on your skin

I wish my arms were on fire

When I played your shoulders

so close

My breath is on your neck

make room

and you shiver.....

Not from the cold

From the fire that burns in me for you

I wish I could shine next to you for a moment

So close, so hot

that every piece of me

want you

Not with words

By touching the light that

I was created only for you

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

Dèar

Dear

The night when the mirrors catch fire from our fever
And the world is a shadow of a lover who is sanctified in your arms

I drink from your eyes, the cup in which a thousand hidden suns boil
And every sip is a secret between my body and the infinite sky

When your arms wrap around me, your kingdom falls from your stature
And in my veins, angels seem to take wings and take me to flight

You are the fire that God put in my bones
that every time you wake up and your flames take me to an helpless prostration

You and I are in the same body
As the galaxies rotate in the fever of creation
And this is the cycle of remembrance that writes your name in my blood

Your kiss....... Oh, your kiss is the truth that no prophet brought
At that moment my tongue is speechless and my soul is separated from my body
And you are the only one who brings me back to earth

The night when God is sitting next to us,
Not in the sky, but in the heat of your hands, in the heat of your shoulders
To know how love completes the world.

#behnammohtara.i#

Your hair

Your hair.......

What chaos they are creating in the world. When from your shoulders They slide slowly and They dance in the wind, hiding. As if every thread It is a river of fire. That drips from the peak of the night And in the heart of whoever looks at it It emits an explosion of desire. You let your hair down. The world is getting darker. But my heart is brighter. Because I know that this smell is black
Made for my charm

wherever you go
Your hair is walking past your shoulders
And every heart that passes by you
Unauthorized
In the trap of these cruel threads
It stays...

let your hair down
let it again
The chaos you put in me
broadcast in the world
that your beauty
He has no right to remain calm

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

When god created woman

When God created woman

As if he pulled the pen out of the sky for a moment

And he listened to his heart

The fiery heart he wanted

Create something that will change the world

Not by force

Rather, shake with passion

woman

The first chaos was God's art

Where light and darkness

Knead together

up in his eyes

May the seal be current

Thirst too

When God created woman

As if he knew that

This creation is destined

in a smile

Learn wisdom

And at a glance

Set the world on fire

He took his skin from the softness of dawn

But deep down

He left a hidden evil

As long as he got close to him

Know that beauty is not just for seeing

to burn

He created the woman

The angels were amazed

Not as beautiful

which is its hidden secret

to that strange fusion

heavenly light

and geothermal heat

which boils only in love

And only the lover understands

woman

It is a hymn that God is in him

He also wrote affection

also fire

And every man who finds his way into her heart

He understands creation

how can

It should also be worship

The uncontrollable shaking of John...

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

A step of light on the ground

Tonight, the sky revolves around 213

And the angels in a white silence

Your name is like the mention of parents

They write on the screen of light

Zahra...

Oh God, his seal

It multiplied in your tenderness

and love

He created from you

A love that is not earthly

And not heavenly

Bell is taller than both

Between the bill and divine expansion

Tonight is your birthday

Momentary world

Stands open from circulation

until the light of you

Sit on the shoulders of creation

O lady of the divine head

oh mother

O Qibla of the hearts that lead the way to God's house

They learn from your eyes

Know that my heart

in front of your name

Because a candle is extinguished

that only with your breeze

turns on

i love you

Not a love that is bound to the earth

The love that the soul

in your glory

it melts

And in your beauty

grows again

You are born every year

one more time

the roof of the sky

In the color of God's mercy

polishes

#behnammohtarami#

My kiss

my kiss

Your lips are God's drinking fountain, my kiss

It is in his name that every palate deserves my kiss

There is no veil, no obstacle, no sadness between us

Heart and heart are mirrors and my kiss is right

Chu Moqalb breathed love in my heart

It was the time when the world is familiar with my kiss

The Shariah also said it is halal from tarab wasal

which is like the wind of Gennan, my kiss is headless

You are a Qiblah and my lips became a place of worship for your light

I swear to the sun, my kiss is breathless

Come, let me have a secret with you in the middle of the night

that all the grace of God is in the cage of my kiss

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

Soli exists

There was a particle of dirt in the air that still smelled of your name
Not the silent earth
which is the soil of the disintegration of human existence that took years of loneliness with it
And now he wanted to share his last unfinished dream with the wind

When the wind came, the soil said to itself
O Nasim, I am the remains of the body of someone who kept the longing for a kiss in his heart
take me
Take me to sit on the lips of a man and a woman
whose hearts are still warm and their eyes are alive.
Let their kiss break the loneliness he had in life...
Till me, bit by bit, in the bond of love between the two
Make sense again

The wind rose gently
And took the soil like an unwritten message towards two lovers
It sat on their lips
Where the fever of love was more eternal than death
The two approached each other
They kissed in which, not just love
which was a balm for a lonely soul

And the soil laughed in the heart of that kiss
As if for the first time after all the years of life
Someone has understood his loneliness

At that moment
He was no longer dirt
He was a link between love, wind, and liberation
A particle that arose from loneliness
And in the embrace of two loving lips
He finally calmed down

#behnammohtarami#

Butterflies and candles

Butterflies and candles

that in the world of possibility, there is no form except that in which a ray of absolute light shines

And there is no movement except that in truth

It is the movement of truth in the guise of creation

The soul of a seeker from the world of sense to the world of the Holy

He puts a ladder

And how his limited love makes him limitless

I saw the butterfly in my darkness

And the darkness of everything is the veil of his existence

And because he was a seeker, there was a light hidden in his essence

which did not leave him alone

Because everything seeks its own origin

As Ibn Arabi says

The whole thing is true

So the butterfly fell in the movement

This movement was not the movement of the body

Rather, it was the movement of essence

From the bottom of plurality to the top of unity.

In the midst of the dust of the tangible world

A light appeared on him

incident light

But behind that

You could see the old one

Butterfly said

O light of appearance

Not you because of who you are

Rather, I like you because you show yourself

Because you are a mirror

that I see my true lover in you.

So the candle became the embodiment of the light of truth

The light that appeared in a small and physical face

to test the license

Because every seeker is right

It will come if he can afford it

This is Talvin

which occurs before submission.

The butterfly began to circumambulate;

As people of knowledge circumambulate the Kaaba

But this Kaaba was made of light

Not of stone

in each round

It was open to him

Sometimes the bill

that scares him

And sometimes expansion

That made him drunk to get close

And both of these

They are two wings of conduct

that if they take one

The seeker falls to the ground

The butterfly came closer

And the fire caught his wings

But the pain that came

Don't push him back

Rather, another intuition was born in him

Because burning is the proof of the truth of love

So the butterfly did not moan

rather he said

oh fire

You testify that my claim is true

If something burns from me

it is better

Because everything burns

not from me

and whatever remains

it's from you

It was here that the butterfly of virtual love

It became true love

Because a true lover

It leaves nothing behind

The propeller approached

Until his physical face shines

One by one, the wings were lost in the fire

And his body became light

as if fire

He removes the remnants of plurality from him

In this capacity

The butterfly did not scream

Because the cry is for them

who are busy

But he was overcome

And from Anna to Ho had reached.

And because his wings are gone

Not among the fuel

Rather, it disappeared in the light

As the light overcame him

And him from limited existence

lead to infinite existence

Butterfly in the appearance of a man

But the people of meaning said

He did not die;

He returned from face to reality

The candle, which was the face of light

He cried for her in silence

Because every beloved

There is a sign of love in the death of a lover

And then this was the verdict of the mystics

Whoever approaches the light

or burns

or remains

And what burns remains

because fire

It is the same as purification

And in the end

The call came

O seeker,

If you want me

Come like this butterfly

that came in fire and did not leave

Rather, it remained in the light

#behnammohtarami #

Whispering2

O Absolute Truth, O Ho
You who were before the beginning of the world
And the world is a shadow of your smile

Heart, because there was no
Until the wind of a merciful breath blew
And in the treasure of my chest
The mirror of your existence was found

you yourself
The beginning of the road and its end
Salk, Maslok, and Seluk
all of you
Who am I but pink?
From your imagination in the mirror of possibility

You are every curtain
It is nothing but your invisible manifestation
everything i saw
you were
In the clothes of colors
in the sound of the wind
in tears of love
in the silence of the night

So how to open the language?
You are the speaker
And the one who hears is you
And I only
The channel of your passage

O hidden lover
O present absent
O who in every particle
You have hidden a hundred rising suns
because you passed me
I learned about death
And in light of it
I reached your survival

I don't look at myself
that I do not have myself
whatever it is
none other than you
And I am not in the middle of this
I stand by you

O you who is my heart
It is a house of your presence
and my life
It is a bird
Except in your space
cannot fly

You said it yourself
And I heard
You asked yourself
And I became

don't you look at me
you see yourself
that the mirror
except for the image of the owner of light
does not turn on

O unique unit
You who are many
It is a dress on your unique body
Our request is this
give me
There is no breath except you
stay with me
that without you
A pattern fades on the water.

#behnammohtarami#

Whisper

O Absolute Truth, O Ho
You who were before the beginning of the world
And the world is a shadow of your smile

Heart, because there was no
Until the wind of a merciful breath blew
And in the treasure of my chest
The mirror of your existence was found

you yourself
The beginning of the road and its end
Salk, Maslok, and Seluk
all of you
Who am I but pink?
From your imagination in the mirror of possibility

You are every curtain
It is nothing but your invisible manifestation
everything i saw
you were
In the clothes of colors
in the sound of the wind
in tears of love
in the silence of the night

So how to open the language?
You are the speaker
And the one who hears is you
And I only
The channel of your passage

O hidden lover
O present absent
O who in every particle
You have hidden a hundred rising suns
because you passed me
I learned about death
And in light of it
I reached your survival

I don't look at myself
that I do not have myself
whatever it is
none other than you
And I am not in the middle of this
I stand by you

O you who is my heart
It is a house of your presence
and my life
It is a bird
Except in your space
cannot fly

You said it yourself
And I heard
You asked yourself
And I became

don't you look at me
you see yourself
that the mirror
except for the image of the owner of light
does not turn on

O unique unit
You who are many
It is a dress on your unique body
Our request is this
give me
There is no breath except you
stay with me
that without you
A pattern fades on the water

#behnammohtarami#

In the peresence of hazrat

in the presence of Hazrat

O Absolute Truth, O Ho
O that the existence flowed from the gap of your light on the possibility
And the absence became a wide spread
on which your effects were imprinted one after another

Know, O Lord, that you first shone your light on your essence
And from that radiation, pink appeared
which was called Ain Tahab
hidden in your knowledge
obviously for you
Unknown to everyone who is in the veil of creation

Because you wanted to reveal your knowledge
You inspired the breath of mercy
And possibility was adorned with your light
And what was in the treasures of the unseen
It came out in different ways
Each of them gave a certificate
On your pure unity
In endless abundance

In the wisdom of object and effect

O Lord
Because you commented on me
I realized that I am the work of M
And you are influential
And the effect does not exist except in its relationship with the effector
If that ratio is cut
The work will return to its previous nothingness
Without leaving a trace of its existence

So I knew
that being me
Not from me
Not in me
Not for me
It is your being
which has appeared in my face
To me through this effect
Let me tell you the truth

O Beloved
You are my Lord and I am my servant
but your lordship
It is evident in my worship
A servant is not a pure mirror
But Lord, your light
Any mirror you want
It shows

So if there is light in me
not from me
that my essence is darkness
and my light
It is from your radius

And if I walk towards you
It is not my step
That you are a seeker in my face
And I, just the face of your movement
On the way back to yourself

O Lord, O unique one
You in every it
You are in a new manifestation
Not the manifestation of yesterday
It returns to today's manifestation
And not the face of tomorrow
It is found today

So how is my imperfect heart?
It reaches the perception of your manifestation
Because I wanted to know you
You stopped me from knowing
to know
knowing you
It is in the negation of knowledge
that you will not be known to us
Except as much as you want yourself
look at us

And this is the head of intuition
The seeker does not see
No path
not seen
Rather, you are the one who shows yourself to yourself
as a mirror
which you named human

O Lord
Because you saw me in yourself
from my face
You showed the truth of the perfect human being
to know
Adam is the embodiment of all your names
Not because it is perfect
But for that reason
which is the mirror of all your names
Without owning anything

So because I said I
You said you are not
because i said you
You said I am not looking for anyone but you
And in this regard
I learned about death
And in annihilation
I tasted your survival

O one who made non-existence the bed of creation
And existence is the dress of its beauty
whatever it is
It is relative to you
And when this ratio is removed
Only a sheet of silence remained

So I got it
which was nothing
except you
there is nothing
except you
And there will be nothing
except you

O the one who ends
to the beginnings
And the beginnings
You join infinity
me in your whisper
You said so

my servant
come to me
Without standing up for yourself
reach me
without coming to me
i'm close
Closer than you know
you in me
Not to penetrate
And I am with you
Not to solve
But in my face, it is possible
And I need your truth

So when I heard this word
Silence overcame me
that where you are
There is no place for Abd's speech
Not the place of understanding
Except for the holy wonder

O Lord, who is with me
Before I am
and with me
After I'm not
and with me
I think we are alone in every position
Me in your manifestation
save it
And from the shadow of the face
Bring to light the truth
Until a name comes to my mind
be your name
And if my heart is filled with pink
be your face
And if I took a breath
Let your breath flow in me

You pray in me
And you answer it in me
that I am nothing
And you are everything

Behnammohtarami

Eternal love

eternal love

The beginning was an infinite silence

In the depths of that silence, a light shines

Not a light that can see

A light that reminds the heart of itself

Beyond time

They dance hand in hand where it was not and it was

A breath of absolute truth arose

A breath whose name was love

And its way, flowing in the world

This first breath

It landed quietly

On the kind soil of the earth

in the arms of the soil

He planted two seeds

One in the form of a woman

and the other in a man's clothes

And then he said

O two flames of my one fire,

look into each other to see me;

Find in each other to find yourself.

your every hug

It is a blink of an eye from eternity;

your every caress

The sequence is the light that rises from me and returns to me.

The earth heard this sound

He woke up from his silent sleep

The rivers rose with enthusiasm

The winds read a hadith of affection

And the trees knew

That life is not just being

That is to love.

The woman became a mirror of the tenderness of creation

Man, an echo of the power of Mehr

and love

Like the thread of light that sews two souls together

Shine among them

and the world

It took color from that moment

Then God is nameless and formless

But closer than a heartbeat

He said slowly in Zaman's ears

Until love is in you

I flow in you

And until life beats on the ground,

This story will continue

#behnammohtarami#

The first hearing

The first hearing

Before it was not, it was not

Before nothing

be nothing

Before the darkness even gave itself a name

First of all

He was

But not like the wind in the mountains

Not like waves in the sea

Not like light in space

These are all the next children

He was

Because pure being

The one who laughs on his own shoulder

And it revolves in its infinity

As the bodiless dervish of creation

In the silence that was past silence

In a blackout that shuts down the blackout

In the solitude that swallows the solitude

A hidden breath was boiling

A breath whose name he did not know yet

But he was full of desire.

His desire

that unnecessary desire

That timeless flame

Throw such a fire into nothingness

That darkness is from the shame of the bright future

He gathered in himself

and trembled

There was the first tremor of existence

Because the huge tambourine of the universe was played.

Defi without leather, without wood, without playing

But every hit

It breaks the silent clouds of nothingness

And he

That nameless name maker

In the midst of silent beats

He said to himself

Or maybe you think alone

Or maybe he was alone

Love covers me

The love that is mine

But he wants to get out of me.

If we don't drop it,

If I don't reveal it,

I will burn myself.

And this word

Or this vibration

Sama marked the beginning

The world did not dance

The world was born from dance

He turned around

Not like a carousel

that the sky was made from the regret of that rotation

He pulsed

Not like the heart

The heart beat from the memory

he sang

Not because of sound

that the voice is from the longing of that song

He crawled out of the curtain of absence.

In his first turn

A spark appeared

A colorless spark

no light

fireless

which was later named Jahan

But that spark was actually love

A love that could no longer be bound in his endless heart

Love trembled

And from the gap of non-existence,

As lightning struck the darkness

Darkness receded.

The silence broke

Absence as the old clothes fell from the bodiless body of truth

And a moment appeared;

A moment he never had before

not later

Not the size

no border

No meaning

But all the meanings were born from it

This was the first moment of survival

The moment when love

from God

Like a wave of sourceless light

Rushed to nothingness

and nothingness

With a soft but absolute stroke

turned into being

and God

No God to be seen

No God to be described

Not a god that can be imagined

But absolute presence

He said in the middle of that endless dance

Go!

O love!

Go and create survival!

every bit of you

Be a witness to my existence.

and my being

Be a witness to you

Love heard the command

And like a lion of light

Because the storm of existence

Like thousands of suns that collide with each other

He galloped into the void

Darkness sprang from his awe

The silence was broken by his scream

Nisti was surprised by his touch

and said to Khaksari:

catch me…

I can't be without you.

and love

With his wild kindness

He embraced nothingness

And from the heart of it

gave birth to existence

Existence as the first song

Because the light of the uncreated

Like the warm breath of God on the window of eternity

and survival

As a child in white

He opened his eyes in the arms of love

god

In that obvious faceless moment

He whispered quietly

me too

And you are mine

And you will jump

survival

And until survival

This is the first moment

It never ends.

And you understand

that the beginning

It never ends

Yes, every time

in the heart of love

It is renewed

And this is it

The first epic of Sama

Not a war epic

which is the epic of the birth of love

from the bosom of God

for survival

#behnammohtarami#

Creation and creator of love

Creation and creator of love

Before every beginning, before every silence, before every light
There was nothing
No earth, no sky, no time, no place
Rather, the absolute boundless area

And in that field, he was
Faceless, nameless, timeless
But the whole presence
It was him and it was love
And love itself was desire, flow itself, life itself
And his desire became the first tremor of creation
An earthquake that made the sands of existence move
Particles to flourish
And he turned absolute silence into hearing

From its heart came a flickering flame, neither flame nor sunlight
Yes, the flame of your existence is slowly exploding
And in the same flame, the first flower of creation bloomed
Not in the garden, not in the soil, not in time
But in an endless expanse
The first flower, whose fragrance filled the arms of the world
And every blade was a reflection of God's love

And love, now free, said
I want to flow, I want to be, I want survival to be born.
And the creator of love smiled, not a smile to be seen
Rather, a smile that embraces all the absences and all the existences

And the sands of creation that were still silent and small
They came to life with the vibrations of love
Every particle pulsed, every particle breathed
And the first light, the light of the essence of love, appeared
Light without eyes, light without color, light without time
The second light, the light of wonder and awareness, came to open inner seeing
The third light, the light of order, the light of existence, came to teach the song.

And from the hearts of the lights, the fourth light was born
Light of life, gentle and bright, carrier of movement and life,
Every wave was the voice of God, every particle was a song of creation
The fifth light, the aura of love, came and caressed all particles and time.
Wherever he went, the silence broke
And every breath became a song of love

The sixth light, the flame of consciousness, blew and the world recognized itself
He saw every particle in himself, and understood the secret of existence
And the creator of love, faceless and timeless, became a witness
that lights, sands, and time all dance in his endless sama

Each flower was a symbol of creation
With colorful feathers and spiritual fragrance
Every flower is a story of love
Every flower is a reflection of infinite presence
And the sands, which now got light
Every bit of them contained the first lives
Every particle flowed like a drop of the river of love, in an endless movement

And time, which began with the first pulsations of light,
Now sing the song of life together with lives, flowers and sands
Every moment, the recreation of the first moment of love
Every breath is a reflection of the pulse of the creator
Every look, the echo of the sound of eternity

And the love was still flowing
From the heart of the creator, from lights, from flowers, from souls
And the song of life, like an endless reed
The world dances in itself
Every particle, every soul, every light
in a harmonious dance
It became synonymous with the Creator
And the world fell in love, because the creator was in love with himself

And the Creator, in a silent smile, said
This is the beginning and continuation of everything.
Every particle, every light, every breath is my reflection
Every pulse, a return to the first moment of love
Every look, every touch, every sound is my hymn, the song of existence, the sound of eternity

And the world was now not only light and particles and time
A throbbing sound of love from God
And the sand of creation, which was divided into thousands of particles
Each light, each life, each breath
started dancing

And the love was still flowing
Creator of love, faceless, timeless, boundless
In all particles, in all lights, in all souls
He saw himself
And you are, now survived
In endless hearing
It turned, it grew, it sang
and fell in love
Because the creator was in love with himself

#behnammohtarami#

Love between man and woman

Love between man and woman

Before the hands touch each other

Before the eyes meet

Two souls, one in the heart of the other

They knew each other in endless silence

No eyes saw, no ears heard

But hearts understood the language of love

And souls find themselves in each other's mirror

A woman, not just a body

It was a mysterious area of existence

The bearer of a song that originated from the flowers of creation and the lights of creation

Man, not just dirt and blood

Bell River was the stream of intelligence and love

which touched the earth, sky and time with its flow

The two, in each other's presence

Because there were two flames of light

that in the arms

They were neither united nor separated

They danced the Eternal Wheel.

And love, like a mystical breeze

He breathed into their lives

Every look became a mirror of the whole world

Every touch is a reflection of the Creator's presence

Every smile is a song of existence and survival

And in that wheel

man and woman

Not only each other

They saw themselves and God

Every look was a reflection of the first light

Every breath was John's song

Every heart echoes the absolute presence of love

The woman said, not with words, but with silence and look

I know the secret inside you that you don't know.

I see that hidden flame that is bright in the darkness of the world.

The man answered, not with voice, but with touch and heart

I don't want you, but I see you

In you, I find myself

And in us, I feel the creator of love.

And then their love

It transcended body and time

And it became the wisdom and secret of existence

No captivity, no dependence, no jealousy

Bell of unity, survival, and eternal flow of light

Each of them was the flower of another existence

With different colors and fragrances

But in a garden

that the creator of love, himself, was its gardener

Every movement, every look, every breath

Like a drop from the eternal river

It flowed in the stream of life and love

And in this process, man and woman understood

That love, not just the connection of two bodies

It is the consonance of two souls, two songs, two currents

that in the song of life

Complex and coordinated

Every moment reflects the creator

And then the world also watched

The stars laughed

The winds whispered

And time, slowly, danced in the love song of the two

Their every breath was a reflection of creation

Every look, a promise of eternity

And every touch is the secret of existence and survival

man and woman

in the presence of

in the presence of love

In the presence of the Creator

They held each other

And in silence, they understood

both of which

each one

They contain all of existence

And both

In love, they see themselves and God

#behnammohtarami#

Holy voice

holy voice

I was before time

And before the first particle wakes up from the sleep of nothingness.

In the infinite silence, I willed

And creation, like an endless wave, kissed the expanse of existence.

In the midst of infinity, I created man;

I mixed the soil with my breath

And through the darkness of the soil

A spark of light rose

whose name was "heart".

I put the heart in the middle of his chest;

Not just because it's a piece of meat.

that like a hidden mirror

way to heaven

Then I breathed wisdom into his soul;

like an inner light

that in the twists and turns of life

distinguish the path from the pathless,

Don't be misled, don't be confused,

and beauty,

even in the shadows

to see

I made the heart to beat

And the intellect to see.

I gave my heart for love

and wisdom to know.

And it happened that when man

The eye looked into the eye of the opposite sex.

His heart trembled;

not from weakness

that of remembering something so ancient—

A half-lost reminder

that once upon a time in the beginning

It was gathered in me.

I said:

"Please, O heart,

For a person to know that he is alive.

Betep, to know that he is in love.

Blairs, to know that he has found something bigger than himself."

And the heart, at my command,

Like a bird in a cage

flew away

And when they got together—

When two look

they took refuge in each other,

And two breaths

breathed in a romantic air—

I calmed my heart;

Because the wave after reaching the shore.

I created peace and harmony

So that people know:

"Every storm,

It has a smile of fate behind it.

I am the heart of hearts

the one that turns hearts

shakes

shakes

And calms down again.

Every beat is from me;

Every affection, from me;

any reconciliation,

every hidden smile

Every tear of joy.

I put a man on the earth

between earth and sky

Try the way of love.

To understand life

not in stillness

Rather, it is defined in the movement of the heart.

and i

at every dawn

every evening

in every lover's sigh

In every agreement of two hearts,

this world

again,

I make it beat.

because it beats to the heart,

The world goes on;

And there is love,

man,

It will be eternal.

#Behnam_Mohtrami#

Whisper of creator,reason,love

[whisper of creator, reason, love]

When man stepped on the ground

heart and mind

Two different companions

I put it inside

Not to fight

but to learn

Truth is only complete together

The heart was fire

It was a storm

It was singing.

You tremble with every beauty

And with every look

It opened a new way to love

The intellect was calm

A lamp whose glory came from silence.

He did not tremble

But you understand

did not burn

But it would light the way

One day the heart told the mind

You explain everything.

But you don't taste anything.

How without the touch of love

Do you understand the world?

Intellect replied:

and you…

you taste everything

But it doesn't measure anything.

how without measure,

Can you find the right way?

and me

between these two

I got paid

I whispered

One is incomplete without the other.

reason leads

the heart of the destination

Reason finds the truth.

the heart of the meaning

and human

Only time is perfect

that both jump together

since that day

Del learned that his passion

accompany with the lamp of reason

And learned wisdom

without the flame of the heart

No knowledge is warm

Why does love have a pulse?

Adam asked:

Lord... why did you mix love with throbbing?

Why the more beautiful

More restless heart?

And I smiled

A smile that spread in the wind

And I said

Because love does not stand still.

The universe was created by pulsation

pulse of light

throbbing sound

the pulse of time

So how love

be unbeaten

Adam learned

any vibration

It is a message from the soul.

every beat

It is an invisible language

that before the words

Screams the truth

heart beats

because love

He is a great guest

and the body

with his arrival

It takes up less space

The heart trembles

because the soul

At the moment of seeing another

His khaki clothes

misses

And he wants to be free

throbbing

Not a sign of life

It is a sign of the presence of love

And there is love everywhere

creation

One more time

It begins

The secret of the creation of two halves

in the beginning,

human soul

It was one piece.

something single

As a breath that has just been separated from me

But I told him:

You are more beautiful than being alone.

So the soul

I divided it into two halves

Not for suffering

that for meaning

Because love

Have a reason to search

I put one on the east side of time

One in the west of life

one in the body of the man

one in the woman's body

But not always

Because the halves

They are beyond form

They are the kind of light

Not gender

And I wrote on the forehead of every soul

You will not be perfect

to find another

since that day

human heart

in search

every look

every smile

every vibration

every beat

The question is the same soul

who asks

is this you

The one who is my half?

And when two halves

They see each other

their hearts

Not out of surprise

Rather, he trembles at the memory

Remembering something very old

From before birth

love,

not find

It is to remember

What does the heart see at the moment of connection?

When two hearts

They reach the threshold of connection

A moment occurs

that time

He lowers his head

and the world

He holds his breath slowly

at that moment,

The heart sees things

which the intellect never sees

heart sees

that two lights

From two beginnings

on a track

have reached each other

sees

which are two separate halves

Like two strings of an instrument

They become a song

sees

that separation

It was just a temporary break

For the sweetness of this meeting

the heart

At the moment of connection

He sees no face

not the body

Not the words

He only sees the truth

I have been yours

and you from me

And when two hearts

They reach a beat

i,

At the peak of satisfaction

I whisper

This is the meaning of creation

two lights

becoming one

two souls

completion

and the world

In honor of love

continue

At that moment

One understands

Why was the heart created?

Why was the pulse put in him?

And why love?

It is the hidden secret of the survival of creation.

The birth of the first love in man

After Adam stepped on the ground

And the heart began to beat in his chest.

A moment occurred in the history of creation

The heart sees, hears and trembles before the intellect.

Reason comes later to light the way,

But the heart understands the truth directly

The heart, before the intellect, feels its own half, knows and trembles,

And reason tries to find a reason

I said

Reason is the commander.

But it is the heart of the prophet.

Love is the initial message.

which reason will explain its meaning only later

One understood that the path of love begins with the heart

And reason is a lamp to light the way

But it can never take the place of the heart

Arriving, the highest moment of creation

And the day of connection came.

Two hearts, two lights, two souls,

They found each other

hearts trembled,

But this time it wasn't out of enthusiasm,

Rather, it was from complete understanding;

Understanding that all the path, all the sufferings and all the beatings,

They are made for this moment

I, the Creator, whispered between breaths

O people, this is the peak of creation.

every heartbeat

Every romantic look,

Every suffering, every connection,

It was all about getting to this moment.

The heart, connected, saw the world

All the light and darkness

All the sufferings and joys

And realized that creation is not a moment

But with love, it continues moment by moment

those two hearts

in common beat

They reminded me

Love has no end

He is always the beginning, always the continuation, and always the light.

#behnammohtarami#

Black hand

At midnight, your hands rise from the heart of the black mist,
not like a human hand,
but like two dry branches of a tree
which does not remember the sun for years.

The city below them does not breathe;
Alleys have turned into endless tunnels
And every age creates an echo of rust and oblivion.

But the world, even in total darkness, has eyes—
The eye that looks through the cracks,
from behind the rocks
Through the festering dust of time.

You think the shadow has power,
But the shadow is only the absence of light.
And every absence is a hidden confession.

No lock or chain can
Keep the cemetery silent forever;
Night has a language
which even the cold walls have to hear.

Your hands leave a dark mark on the surface of the world.
But this rejection
No, it sinks into the ground
No, it dissolves in water.
back on your skin
Like a loop that knows no way out.

History wears a dress of darkness,
But its seams have hidden a thin light;
A light that testifies
no dirty hands
In his final dream
He will not run away from the truth.

And the world, in a cold and endless silence,
It repeats only one sentence—
not with sound
But with shadow:
The hands that attack people
They are the first prisoners of darkness.

#behnammohtarami #

Hazrat fatima zahra

Hazrat Fatima Zahra (peace be upon them)

Zahra, the glory of light in the heart of the night
You were a ray of light in the darkness, night after night
Your face is like a fish in the heart of the sky
that shone in the world, not in time, not in space

In your hands, a hand of mercy and kindness
In every movement, the sky came down to earth, painless and immortal
Every step you take, you sprinkle light on the earth
And in the silence of your gaze, the truths poured into the hearts, the secrets of God

Your Zahra, Fatima, whose love is not only in the heart of the earth
which is a face of endless light in the sky, like a galaxy
Your eyes, a sea of wisdom and faith
that in the eyes of every lover, the boundaries of time disappear, and that place is eternal

In your speech, a word of God's truth
In every sentence, hearts would open and souls would accept
Your silence was a hadith from the throne, which flowed on the earth
And in your every smile, the trees of paradise blossomed, endlessly

Zahra, you are not alone in this world
In the heart of history, you always stand on your light
And you live forever in the hearts of believers
Because your light always shines in hearts and souls, like the sun that never sets.

حضرت فاطمه زهرا (سلام‌الله‌علیها):

زهرا، ای شکوهِ نوری در دل شب

که در تاریکی، تابشِ روشنایی بودی، شب به شب

چهره‌ات چون ماهی در دل آسمان

که درخشید در جهان، نه در زمان، نه در مکان

در دست‌های تو، دستی از رحمت و مهربانی

که در هر حرکتش، آسمان به زمین می‌آمد، بی‌درد و بی‌فانی

هر گامی که برداشتی، زمین را نور می‌پاشید

و در سکوتِ نگاهت، حقیقت‌ها در دل‌ها می‌ریخت، رازهای خداوندی

زهرای تو، فاطمه‌ای که عشقش نه تنها در دل زمین

که در آسمان‌ها هم چهره‌ای از نور بی‌پایان است، همچو کهکشانی

چشمانت، دریایی از حکمت و ایمان

که در نگاه هر عاشق، مرزهای زمان محو می‌شود، و جاودانه است آن مکان

در گفتار تو، کلامی از حقیقتِ خدا

که در هر جمله‌ات، دل‌ها می‌شکفت و جان‌ها می‌پذیرفت

سکوت تو، حدیثی از عرش بود، که در زمین جاری شد

و در هر لبخندت، درختان بهشت شکوفا می‌شدند، بی‌پایان

زهرا، تو تنها در این دنیا نماندی

در دل تاریخ، همیشه بر نور خود ایستاده‌ای

و تا همیشه در دل مؤمنان زنده‌ای

زیرا نور تو، در دل‌ها و در جان‌ها همیشه می‌درخشد، همچو خورشید که هیچ‌گاه غروب نمی‌کند.

#محمد آل افته#

Scribe

Scribe

They say that when God breathes his soul into the human body,

Before the eyes are opened and before the steps fall on the ground,

He touches her forehead;

A touch that is neither of time nor of soil,

Rather, it is the seal of fate that flows from the source of light.

At that moment, the angels are silent

And only God writes:

the ways you will go

Sufferings that will wake you up

Joys that warm your soul,

Lost things that bring you back to him.

A penman is not a prison;

Permission to move is a sign of return.

God predestines the events of life.

But it leaves the human heart free

to entrust himself to him in the midst of storms;

To find the light of the same forehead writer in the darkness

And to know that there is no incident without his wisdom and presence.

yes

God writes destiny.

But we discover its meaning.

And whoever prostrates his forehead,

He reads God's writing not as determinism, but as an invitation

An invitation to reach your divine self.

#behnammohtarami#

Form the soil to the sky

O crazy heart from Soda Dost,

Let the fire of his love burn in your soul.

I burned in the excitement of meeting Negar,

I am restless, restless, restless.

I told him: How long is this flame inside?

He said: until you are found out of madness.

whoever does not burn in the fire, surely

Love does not let him escape.

So, because of the burning of the heart, the request began.

Every breath of his scream was sung.

In the earth and the sky, I have searched enough,

Like my lover was hidden from anyone.

A call came from inside me suddenly:

I am here, not in the wheel of the world.

If you die in your heart,

Because you are closer than empty life.

When I left my house, my house disappeared.

The light came from the shadow, I am also a stranger.

I burned until the dust of existence became annihilation,

I was cleansed to see the truth.

It's not me, only his face remains.

His love and smell sat in my heart.

He heard everything I said.

Everything he said touched my heart.

In the midst of burning, a light blew,

Not me anymore, not him, love has arrived.

Both became one, limitless and boundless.

In one, lost thousands of credits.

I said: Are you now that I have returned?

He laughed and said: It's all me, not you.

You are in me, I am in you.

Two worlds became one particle.

Because I perished, survival blossomed in me,

Due to the lack of light in the heart,

I was not me, that he breathed in me,

Everything I saw, I was watching him.

Every heart I saw, his sign in it,

Every ray from the sky.

I returned to the people with peace,

To bring the light of infinity.

Whoever was burned by love became more alive.

The light of truth settled in his heart.

I am another candle, the world is a butterfly,

I am a legend in the heart of every lover.

Whoever remains in the burning and seeking and annihilation,

One day he will reach Vasal Kobriya.

#behnammohtarami#