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Iranian students, three decades ago called the American embassy in Tehran at the time a nest of espionage. The students later released documents from the embassy to prove that those employed inside the American building were doing a whole lot more than issuing visas and passports but actually trying to undermine the new government of the Islamic Republic. And now, it is not just Iran, but many of Washington\'s friends who say they are tired of the US\' spying on them.

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November 3 corresponds with the 13th of Aban in the Iranian calendar, which is known as the Student Day to honor those who stormed the \\\"den of spies\\\" or the \\\"nest of spies\\\" or the \\\"den of espionage\\\" and captured its operatives. The late founder of the Islamic Republic, Imam Khomeini, hailed the takeover as a “second revolution” after the Islamic Revolution in 1979 which toppled the Shah of Iran. #CELEBRATION #DenOfSpies #DenOfEspionage #NestOfSpies #CIA #USA #USEmbassy

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Mulla Ali Fadhil reciting an English eulogy on the martydom of Imam Musa Al Kadhim Lyrics: The Shia are screaming crying...that their Imam is dead And the skies are testifying...that holy blood was shed Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * How are their hearts that believing...that when he dies they can\'t rest And with the death of Al Khathom...tears are shed in East and West Even the sky sheds tears for him...with Al Khathom laid to rest With him gone even angels weep...him dying is their great test Were it not for this tragedy...the Shia would not cry And for his great calamity...the Shia\'s hearts will die Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * With his death the days are darkened...and his Shia cry and weep For these tears they will be oppressed...the cost of a love so deep To many this love is a crime...after they sew what they reap Love of al Khathom is an oath...an oath that Shia will keep Imam Khathom was the Quraan...that his followers read The love of Ahmed they had won...but now their hearts are dead Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * The day turns dark with deep anger...like when Haydar\'s blood was shed The same darkness poisons his son...a pool of blood for his bed That blood did not start with Ali...it was shed from Zahra\'s head After they slapped her and she cried...now al Khathom cries instead This pure bloodline was always killed...so Khathom\'s death was fate In Shia hearts love is instilled...for Mehdi they will wait Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * Like the bee can\'t leave the flower...Imam Khathom they can\'t leave Over his pure body they weep...and for endless nights they grieve Like the young bird will leave its nest...Khathom\'s soul left and believe And that soul belongs to Jannah...like Adam belonged to Eve Between his sickness and his death...lies Imam Khathom\'s tears Between his birth and his last breath...he cried for months and years Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * Nouri Sardar