From your son Abdullah Abdi to the people of Sharif, Karim, Basafa and Gharib Mazandaran, Gilan and Golestan ...

O children of the mountains and the sea, my peers!

We, who have heard the sound of rain for years, we have eaten our nan with the salt of our neighbor's love, now it's time to open our homes, our hearts, our arms, to those whose war has separated them from their casualties.

The war that has waged a flame between Iran and Israel these days has made numerous hearts sad in the corner of this soil.  Home people are overwhelmed, not with authority, but with an emergency.  They are closed to the beautiful northern Iran, to the kind land of Mazandaran Gilan and Golestan, simply its people, to the warmth of its bread, to the safe of its ceilings.

Now, from the land of the West, not as a simple reporter who, as a child of the ever -proud Mazandaran, as a Tabari, a brother, a child of the same pure soil, I ask you noble people and Karim al -Nafs, for the blessing of the paddy field:

If you have a house, if you have a room for a heartbreaking family, don't let it empty.

To the lowest price, or if you are bigger, give it to these loved ones.

Remember ...

Today's Tabaristan is the refuge of the hearts that came to us from the heart of the fire.

Let's do something to write the name of Mazandaran with gold water when history writes the bitter days of this war;  In the name of humanity, with a bad manner, with the lasting seal of its people.

Curse on war;  The life of humanity
Tabarestan's alive;  Live Mehr

Your little child;  Abdullah Abdi