At the same time as the first decade of Muharram and the beginning of the lunar year 1447, we started the Who is Imam Mahdi campaign in the holy city of Mashhad, in the middle of Shariati Square. To be more precise, it was equal to the direct and hot sun of the 6th of Tir and the breathtaking heat that no number could cope with us. But we, face to face with the sun, saw an audience everywhere, who would momentarily disappear in the cool shade from the campaign children’s activities; without delaying, we moved forward and after introducing ourselves, we talked about the different parts of the campaign. The combination of the flag of our beloved country of Iran with the black and red flag of our dearer master, as always, told the story of a people from Fars who are supposed to destroy global arrogance in the apocalypse by seeking the blood of Hussein at the feet of their Imam. And this in itself was a saviorism. The audience had to become familiar with the content of Imamology and anthropology under the banner of the Imam who, centuries ago, was martyred due to lack of knowledge of the perfect human being, in such a way that the concept of a true mourner would boil in their blood. And we were the representatives who had to instill this pure knowledge in them. While we were pouring tea and serving food and holding our mourning ceremony, we read books and recited poems to the children and teenagers who were more thirsty than others for knowledge and understanding. From painting on their delicate faces to coloring pictures mixed with Imamology. From discussion sessions to teaching them everything they needed to know to live in the Crimean government. And how much being with them brought us compassion and kindness. The campaign booths had something to say to every audience with every taste. Social counselor, paramedical services, art sections, book and brochure introductions, sewing, and anything else that could attract those waiting for the Savior. While we were presenting the campaign website, we also explained the content of the scriptures to the audience as best we could and talked about the prayers that were our main weapon these days.
The focus of our audience’s speech also turned to the 12-day imposed war, a turning point that brought empathy and condolences to a strong Iran. We took the audience’s cues and said that what happened in Iran and during the war was unprecedented in the world and that the people’s spirit had become more resilient and resilient even with the beginning of Muharram, the month of victory of blood over the sword. We said that this was just the beginning; that falsehood is truly indestructible.
The 10-day campaign who is imam Mahdi in Mashhad also reached the dinner of strangers. We lit candles in memory of the generals who fought alongside their Imam and sacrificed themselves so that Islam, not humanity, would survive, and we honored the memory of the generals and soldiers who had sacrificed their lives a few days earlier to protect the guardian and ambassador of their absent Imam.
Our work was finished, we packed up the stalls, and prepared to connect the rivers that we had been churning for those 10 days so that they would not lose their way to the ocean.