00:14There on the old window
00:18Look at the alley of our old neighborhood
00:22There is a story, Mother, that I will tell you before my final sleep.
00:28We will switch roles this evening.
00:32I will be the narrator, and my nation will listen.
00:36Sometimes you smile, and other times you cry.
00:40And every now and then you look into my eyes
00:44Mother, this story of the suburban alley is unlike any other story.
00:52Here, beneath this window, men are made.
00:57And behind that window are mothers like you, my nation
01:02She taught her son to love prayer.
01:05Love of prayer
01:06Love of Karbala
01:08And the love of Hussein
01:10I will wear my beautiful dress
01:13I will choose him today.
01:15I am no longer your little child
01:17I will wear a scout uniform.
01:19It has a picture of the great Khomeini.
01:22I will be loyal, Mother
01:25My smile is a charity for every child.
01:29And your heart is my heart
01:31The poor man's giving is abundant.
01:34My beloved mother
01:35Do you remember the prince of our poor alleys?
01:38Do you remember the master of our narrow alleys?
01:42Since I opened my eyes to the world
01:45His picture is hanging on the wall of our house
01:48And his smile, his gray hair, and his engagement
01:53And his revolutionary Ashura
01:55My mother grew up loving him and loving the poor saint
02:00As you recommended
02:02I was one of his loyal soldiers
02:04Mother, your son's soft hand in his bed
02:09His hand became heavy with the dust of the trenches.
02:13And your son's innocent face in his smile
02:16He became brave in the face of danger
02:19Those eyes that wept for Abbas
02:23She began to look into the eyes of the oppressors.
02:26It rains scourge and hell on them
02:29And the voice of your beloved, which is still in the budding cooing
02:33He cried out loudly, "Oh Mother!"
02:35O avengers of Hussein
02:38Now I return to you after my absence
02:42This alley is filled with my pictures
02:46yellow lungs
02:48And all the waiting eyes
02:51Your eyes distract me from her.
02:53I don't want to see her tears.
02:56I am his mother, at Zahra's house.
02:59Run your gentle hand over my coffin
03:03Hug my brothers and tell my father
03:06I would sacrifice myself for the burning pain of his voice
03:09I would give my life for you, my mother
03:11To raise the flag high
03:14Heads high
03:16So that the living may be proud of us
03:18Here is the Karamat factory
03:20And here, alas, there is no error.
03:23Here are the homelands of pride and dignity.
03:26Here is my homeland
03:28My blood is the wealth of the free.
03:31No palaces for the rich
03:33My garden is the Palace of Glory
03:35No Presidential Palace
03:37I'm the Southern Boy
03:39And I am a worker of pride
03:42Tell everyone
03:44I am Ali Al-Rida
03:46And in the revenge of the saint, my name is Haydarah
03:48I am your martyr
03:50O most beautiful of mothers
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