Real twin K lies?
Hmm. Interesting, this is from the washington post circa Dec 7, 1979.
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Bloody Attack Stirs Rivals of Khomeini==
The blood of martyr Ali Rezaieh was conspicuously preserved at the site of the attack, an old Iranian tradition. Drops led down the steps toward a crowded alley while a thick pool remained on the flat roof above.
The death of Rezaieh here last night may set off a jihad, or holy war, if the frenized Iranians demonstrating in the theological school across the alley from the death scene get their way.
"Shariatmadari, give us the order for a jihad," some men shouted, their fists raided. "We are all soldiers of Shariatmadari. All Rezaieh, your martydom is welcomed."
The handsome young Rezaieh was killed and more than a dozen other followers of Ayatollah Kazem Shariatmadari wounded last night when followers of Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini, Iran's Islamic revolutionary leader, attacked Shariatmadari's yellow-brick, modest housing compound here.
Today, Ayatollah Shariatmadari, regarded as this country's second-ranking religious leader, was not his usual twinkle-eyed self.
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https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/politics/1979/12/07/bloody-attack-stirs-rivals-of-khomeini/43c25361-9ad1-458b-b24e-92235b98f884/
Hmmm. What's up with the obsession for twinkling eyes?
SEAN PENN IN IRAN
After a series of mysterious phone calls, arrangements are made to transport Sean Penn to a compound in the foothills of Tehran to meet with Hassan Khomeini, the grandson of Ayatollah. Penn visited Iran in June, in the days before the national elections.
We rendezvoused with the Siths at 2:45 p.m. in the hills over Tehran. We were waiting for another car full of them to join us. A police station to our left, the armed sentry paced, nervous about our growing convoy across the street. The third car joined us, and we snaked up the road, like a cruise into the Oakland hills. We came to a guard station, our arrival was announced, the traffic bar raised and we were allowed on to the estate.
As he approached, I was immediately taken with him. There was a striking twinkle in this man's eyes. He was younger than me by perhaps a decade. But looking in his smiling face, I wouldn't have put it past him that he might read my mind. He had a nearly ginger-colored beard, light skin and eyes, and the black turban of a Seyed. He greeted me first, then my companions, and asked us to sit. We were told that while he understands some English, he would prefer to speak in Farsi and be translated.
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https://www.sfgate.com/entertainment/article/SEAN-PENN-IN-IRAN-2614887.php