It is they whom we always have to refer to.

It is they whom we always have to refer to. They are the women introduced through films, magazines, television and sexy movies by writers who have given them sex. They are introduced to us as a uni­versal type of European woman. We have no right to get to know the European girl who at the age of 16 went to the deserts of Nubi, Africa, the deserts of Algeria and Australia. She spent all of her life in wild places. She lived with the threat of sickness, death and wild tribes.

Throughout her youth and old age she studied the waves emitted from the antennae of ants and the antennae which receive them. When she grew old, her daughter carried on her work. The second generation of this European woman returned to France at the age of 50.

At the university she said, 'I discovered the language of the ants and I learned some of their signs of communi­cation:' We have no right to come to know Madame Guashan who spent her whole life studying and finding the roots of philosophical ideas and the wisdom of Avicenna, ibn Rushd, Mulla Sadra and Haji Mulla Hadi Sabzevari in Greek philosophy and many of the works of Aristotle and then compared them. She showed what our philoso­phers received from them.

She corrected that which they had badly translated and incorrectly understood for the 1000 years of Islamic civilization. We have no right to know the Italian Mme. De la Vida. One of her works was to edit and complete the `Science of the Soul' of Avicenna from the ancient Greek manuscript of Aristotle on the soul. We have no right to know Mme.

Curie who discover­ed quantum and radioactivity or Resass Du La Chappelle who knew more about the sanctity of Ali than all the Is­lamic scientists and even all the Shiites who claim today to be aware of Ali and the Alavis. She was a young, beau­tiful, free Swedish girl, born far from Islamic culture. She was distant from Shiite behavior and beliefs. From the beginning of her youth, she devoted her life to knowing that spirit which had remained unknown in the structure of Islam.

She followed a man who had been covered over by the hatred of his enemies, and caught in traps laid by hypocrites and embellished by poetic praises and meaning­less friends. She discovered the most correct manuscripts about Ali. She came to know the most subtle waves of his spirit, the depth of his feelings and his highest leaps in ideas. For the first time, she felt his anger, pain, loneliness, brokenness, fear and needs.