Imagine: It's 1 a.m. You open your eyes, and there he is, standing in the middle of your bedroom.

"Damn you live far!" he says, wearing a white robe.

"Another Halloween moron. Damn these American idiotic traditions!", you think to yourself.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room? Did Hassan let you in?" you ask.

"I have come far, and I have a question to ask you," he says.

"Oh, you must be looking for Hassan. He has been tutoring all you Calculus III students this semester. His room is the other one. Ass-kicking exam tomorrow, huh?"

"What the hell is "Calculus"?"

OK. Now you are a little scared. Another nut that didn't get his Prozac for the day, and lost his way. The old man looks harmless though. Maybe you can take him home, or wherever in the world he came from.

"What's your name and where do you live?" you ask him.

"I am 35 years old, and live in Iran," he tells you.

OK. 35? This is not IranianSingles.com. The guy looks at least 55 for God's sake. But fine, you let it go.

"Ehhhhhhh iroonee hasteed? Pas cheraa zoodtar nemeegeed? Cheh lahjatoon khoobeh. Taazeh oomadeed? Kojaa veezaaa gerefteed?"

Ignoring you, he continuous: "Life is not bad, although it could be better. There's a corrupt group of individuals that are powerful and run the show, and the central government has not been very stable, but, personally, I can't complain too much. I want to see my country prosperous, Iranians good to each other, and world peace."

"Well, enshaallaah dorost meesheh"

He goes on with his story:

"I just heard there is trouble in the Western border. Muslem Arabs are coming to invade and the government is drafting young men to go to war against them. Here and there I have heard they are bringing this new religion with them that, at least to me, sounds good. Maybe it's time to find a new God anyway," he says, looking at the ceiling of your bedroom.

"Son", he turns his face toward you and says to you," I am your great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great-
great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great-
grand- father. I was supposed to time travel 1000 years and meet some great grand son, but I am a little late- about 400 years."

You can't believe it. You want to say, "Is this you great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great-
great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great
grand- Pa?", but he interrupts you:

"I don't have much time. I have an angle others don't. I have managed to travel into the future and meet you. I understand you have chosen to be a Muslim, and enjoy practicing this religion. I also know you love your country. Tell me son! Tell me! If I fight and keep them away, would it make things better for YOU 1400 years later? If I let them in, would YOU be better off? What should I do? What would YOU do? Fight the invaders, or welcome them? I'll be back tomorrow night"

And with that, you wake up.

Now, my fellow Iranians, who happen to be Muslim, I have an innocent question for you:

What would YOU tell him?