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At the ceremony of Sadruddin Shajareh, the presenter and actor, he called him his master and wrote with tears in his eyes: The story of Amir Ali, the story of Master Sadruddin, the story of my life, is very strange and complicated. I’m writing them; I’m going to print my poem, or rather, my poem. I wish the teacher was reading it tonight; it’s Amir Ali’s birthday, and I’m far away from him. My teacher is no longer there for me to argue with. May God have mercy on him. I will pray for him as long as I live, and I will recite Fatiha for him as long as I live. I am indebted to God. I feel very sad tonight!
