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In those years, Molla Gholi was the one who ran everything in his villages. Without his permission, people wouldn’t even drink water. Winters brought terrifying rains. People’s farming—mainly barley and wheat—was very prosperous and blessed.

Because people trusted Molla Gholi, and because he was known as a religious, devout man, everyone handed over their barley and wheat to him for sale. After deducting a lot, he would take the rest to the main city to sell. Their region was very far from the main city, with the transportation available at that time.

Once Molla Gholi said to one of the known people:

“Khan-Ali, if you could help me this year and come with me to take the wheat to the main city, that would be great.”

Khan-Ali said, “Of course.”

That year was very good, and the villages had harvested a huge amount of wheat. They loaded 32 ten-wheel trucks and five dump trailers into the main city. Molla Gholi and Khan-Ali rode in one of the trailers together.

They delivered the wheat to the city and received 58 sacks of money.

Khan-Ali said:

“Thank God, Molla Gholi. With this money from selling the wheat, everyone in our region will be financially well-off.”

Molla Gholi looked at him and said:

“Khan-Ali, are you crazy? Why should we take all this money back and give it to the people?”

Khan-Ali said:

“Don’t you remember? You always told us that if someone eats even one grain of people’s wheat, they’ll be thrown headfirst into hell.”

Molla Gholi replied:

“I said wheat. I didn’t say the money from wheat.”

Then he said:

“These opportunities don’t always come along. I’ve decided to buy several trailers and buses with this money.”

Khan-Ali said:

“Molla Gholi, people are waiting for their money. This is theft. I’m against this.”

He said:

“Khan-Ali, I know you really want a brand-new car. Tomorrow I’ll buy one for you.”

Khan-ali said:

“Honestly, I thought about it… If people get all this money, they’ll become spoiled. Whatever you do must be right.”

Molla Gholi had planned everything in advance. He bought several buses for the routes, and the trailers started working in different cities. And he bought Khan-Ali a brand new car too.

They drove back to their village in that car.

Khan-Ali said:

“Molla Gholi, what are we going to tell the people?”

He said:

“Just watch your mouth. Leave the people to me.”

Khan-Ali was terrified. He thought the people would tear them apart.

Molla Gholi had bought a very powerful battery-operated megaphone from Tehran. He said:

“Khan-Ali, I know these people. Just drive calmly.”

He remembers it was near sunset on a Wednesday when they arrived.

Molla Gholi said:

“Announce that by Friday morning, everyone from the surrounding villages should gather here to receive their wheat money.”

Khan-Ali said:

“But you spent all the money on buses and trailers. There’s nothing left.”

He said:

“Don’t worry.”

Friday morning, a huge crowd gathered in the town square. Molla Gholi took the megaphone, climbed onto a 200-litre barrel, and stood there.

He said:

“Dear people, unfortunately the wheat was damaged on the way, and I had to sell it for half price. With that money, I bought you houses in heaven for after your death.”

Khan-Ali was stunned. He thought, Can you even buy houses in the afterlife?

Molla Gholi continued:

“Sooner or later, we will all die and leave this world. I decided the best thing was to use your wheat money to buy homes for orphaned children, and secure your afterlife. I knew you would be satisfied.”

Suddenly, he began reciting the elegy of the two children of a Muslim who was killed 1400 years ago—he had an incredible voice.

The whole crowd burst into tears.

Seeing everyone cry, Molla Gholi said:

“People, did I do the right thing by securing your place in heaven and buying you homes there?”

Everyone shouted:

“Yes! Yes!”

They rushed toward him, kissing his hands and feet, thanking him.

This is how they ripped our people of Iran for 47 years.

The story of Molla Gholi is a tale of people’s trust and the cleverness of someone who spent everything in the name of “heaven.”

It is a bitter satire—a metaphor for a society that accepts imaginary promises instead of real rights.

These Devils are killing my people, Iranians. The world is finally hearing our voices. This is the end of Islam in my country. I proudly announce that I am Iranian and I am not muslim, after what we saw of the Islamic Monstrous Government.