Love's wrist Safa was drawn to the house of Zahra. From the light of Hassan, light shone. As a descendant of that great king of Gohar A martyr emerged, like the dawn sun. His motto is "Shahada of the Path". He came to the field of love, out of love, good. Courage from his grandfather, loyalty from his father. Politeness in his gaze, modesty in his mind. He looked at the desert of blood and said: "Provincialism is like manhood" Heaven showed him through his gaze. What is my hand, what is my life, what is my soil, is sacrificed? If the shadow is on the

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