Fresh from alighting off the plane, she saw the dire poverty around her, of children, playing with no shoes.

She spotted a young girl, and reached into her pocket. She felt the packet of biscuits that were handed to airline passengers. She offered this packet to the child.

“Are there biscuits for my friends here also?”

“No, I only have one. Please be quiet and don’t tell the others.”

“If there is none for others, then I cannot take it, thank you.”

His friends told him that there was a shelter that he can be safe from the missiles and the bombs threatening to come. He asked if there was room for the 92 million others. Because there was no such shelter, he declined with thanks. And the  Ayatollah Khameni was martyred.