From the earliest hours of this morning, mourners from every corner of Iran have poured into the vast esplanade, their hearts heavy with grief, their eyes wet with tears, determined to offer their final salutations to a man who shaped the destiny of a nation.
Hours have passed, yet the human river shows no sign of receding. Province after province, family after family, they come—on foot, by car, by bus—driven by an unbreakable bond of love and reverence. In this sea of black-clad sorrow, order and discipline reign supreme; security forces, medical teams, and service crews work tirelessly in perfect harmony, while refreshment stations and relief points stand ready to comfort the weeping masses.
The air trembles with the haunting melodies of Quranic recitation, the soul-stirring rhythm of elegiac poetry, and the wailing chants of mourners that rise and fall like waves of a sorrowful ocean.
Hossein Amiri - seyed mohammad kazemi
