mouod

His servant:

O one who fears only his justice.

In Jamkaran mosque, the pilgrim asked me: why should I love Imam of Time, whoever comes to him with his sword.

He who comes to calm all disappears why should I ask for it.

I said, Have you ever been caught up with all the mistakes and sins of the lman of Time?

 Until now, you've been in the history of the infamous. Imam is fighting, does not tolerate . But not against me and you who we love him who he has our friend who is praying that he gives us the answer to our salvation, so that we can save our world together .

I and you should not fear the Imam who is our refuge.

The justice of the Imam takes the revenge of the oppressors and the disbelievers and arrogant people of the world.

The one who puts the bombs on the oppressed word. To kill a child and a woman and old and young,it's pleasant to eat red wine.

The hypocrites and infidels are afraid of Imam's justice, and the Imam is merciful to us

mouod

My reason and guide when I wander.

 

When you wander between to works , when the unknowns hurt you,

 When do 's and don'ts have got together, Do not be sad ,

 God put a guide,a charitable, a kind friend for you,

Just ask for help .

Imam of the time is that kind friend and comrade and the sympathy of your awesome mements.

Say,

The owner of the time , help us.

Happy to do something for you.

mouod

Getting close to:

The professor put the office on the table

Saeedy....present

Mohammad.... present

Faramarzi... present

Mojahed.... present

Hosseini.....!!!!!!

Hosseini ....!!!!!!

He is absent again ....

The professor looked ....

That's four days Hosseini hasn't come ....

Don't know about him?

All were silent ....

The professor was upset ...

The redness of his cheek was drown to his forehead...

You don't feel embaressed about four days....

You are unaware of your fate?

You're not worried ?!

Four days unaware !!!

Say friend fate....?

Hundred blessings to the enemy.

Our eyes were sewn to the ground and didnot rise.

Shame and embarrassment burn us.

But really ... what's up with Hosseini?

Mohammad hasn't came four days!!!

We are worried ... really worried....The professor was silent ...She was reading the book ... what was she muttering ?

Just God knows!his work spread  to me too.

I was reading the book aimlessly.

Chose in the heart. I was so worried ...

Really were is Mohammad?

What's up? four days...

How thoughtless I am ?! Moments passed silently ... Broken... The professor ... Hossein... today is your turn for the conference ... We are waiting ...I picked up my conference summery sinless... I got up... I went to the boards... with professors permission... with the head mark allowed...

My mind....

My heart...

My thought ...

My soule ...

My fluent ...

Proceeded by Mohammad...

Four days absent ...

Where is he?!

Why am I unaware ?!

Shame on me...

How do I give conference ?

What to say?!

Which language?!

I raised my head....

I looked at the end of the class...

That calligraphic sign...

I shook again...!

Just as the profession shouted ...

I hit the digits in my hand... I started...

In the name of God ... The compassionate the merciful...

A slave...

Hossein...

I am Mohammadis friend...

Who is absent four days... and we are unaware of him ...

The professor looked at me with amazement.

Exactly like the classmates look...

Yes ...I am Hossein...Our absent fate s friend...

How much time past?!

One day!!!

Half day!!!

Or as the companions of the cave!!!

Were sleeping for three hundred years ...

And when woke up that their coin was another period... The covenant!!!

We woke up today... And don't know much we slept!!!

Four days !!

Three hundred years!!?

More...!?

Yes much more...

We are sleeping 1182 years !!!

  And there was no one to stop us!!!

No one said if Mohammad is absent four days...

Mahdi is absent 1182 years !!!

And no one shouted... dirt on your hand...

Who has been absent for days.And because of unawerness of him... We were found guilty...

I am sorry...I have nothing to say ...That is so indifferent...

My tears flowed...

Hatred(huh) slam my threats...

Talking was harder than breathing under water...

I hardly are every tear and hatred...

I continued....

Thank s your professor that you awakened us today...

From a bitter truth...

And not a very sweet dream...

We woke up to understand....

   How are your aware of him

Who is not only our friend...

But also the merciful further... But our sole s owner but the owner of this time ...

No one blame us...

That's no embarrassing ...?!

Sleep at nights comfortably...

And don't know is this absent easy to sleep?(and don't no know if this absent sleep comfortably ?)

Our walks to God's door until the morning ? That God ...

Our Shias...

Were created from our complement ...

For our sake... to our dignity...

And how unequal ...

That he is absent because of us... but....

And he is worried me awake

He said...(آیه قرآن)

That's no possible to have your identity....

And the biggest absent in our lives... never caused our professor blame us ...

As far as our friends absence no longer was the power to cope with head like the professor ...

Like the classmates...

Like nastaliq s sign at the end of the end of the class

That with hood...

But submissively....

Screamed the writing...

mouod

part one

And the one who came later…

I was born in the village which that the people living there, were Sunnite. I passed youth time there. Our village was located after a desert. Our hobby at that time was going to meet member of a caravan in anticipation and received reward with giving good news (arriving to the village).

I can’t remember from who hear that a big caravan will come to our village till noon. Immediately I came to Ahmad. He said: it’s great! If caravan be as bigger as you told we can earn several coins. Let’s go and inform other children. I said: give it up! Are you searching trouble? It’s hard to collect them and you should share your coins with them.

There was a lot of time till noon. We went out from village and didn’t take water and bread, because thought that we can find them soon.

We walked a lot of time. The sun was located middle of sky and was so hot.

Ahmad stopped and said: so, where is it? Do you see anything except soil. I pointed to the farthest hill and said: go there .if there wasn’t anything, we will come back.

He was angry and said: do we return? We came this terrible way with hardship and we should come back empty-handed? When we arrived above the hill we will die.

Noon passed and the weather was very hot. Ahmad was so tired and his face had burnt.

I didn’t feel well too. Hot sands burnt my foot.

We arrived above of hill with hardship. There was no caravan dust, village and even a tree.

Ahmad sat on the ground and take out his shoes to clear up them from sands. He said: you are guilty. I replied: what is my fault? I told you everything which I heard.

He said: all of my pain is just because of your thoughtlessness. He was so angry and said: I will 

punish you! He hit me and I don’t know where my head strike that I feel everything is orbiting and 

I didn’t understand anything…

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Feeling is the first eagerness step for recognizing...

Every one who read this story,his heart start to pumping...

and his sight wander to see a sign of him...

and go to recognize him...💫

👇

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Say us from childhood' a person will save the world'...

from killing children...

from hunger...

from fatherlessness...

from indecency & badness...

we grew up & understood that' sectarians mean;you & I are a group which has a leader...

and He will com...

and make the world as a garden...

Most of peaple have no feeling about him...

Most of them do not do any thing for his coming...

But we...

wanna draw this kindness,insight & act...

 YOUR EXISTANCE is a step for helping lonely IMAM...

                  GOD WILLING...💟