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6/20/2025, 6:41:14 PM
>To the dear, powerful, and courageous Leader of the Islamic Revolution, Ayatollah Khamenei (may his dignity endure), and to the great, noble, and everlasting nation of Iran: May God's peace be upon you—you who are the pillars of this land's dignity.
>Peace be upon proud and heroic Iran, which generation after generation has sent forth its brave sons and daughters into the field, engraving its name into history with courage and resilience.
>Today, as my breath still bears the wounds of my body and my hand trembles from weakness as I hold this pen, I swear by the blood of the martyrs of this sacred land: So much determination and honor still flow through my veins that silence would be a betrayal to them.
>So, with God's help, let my first words be a cry: "Indeed, we belong to Allah, and indeed to Him we shall return." (Quran 2:156)
>With a heart full of grief, I remember those noble and patient ones—those proud figures— the same ones with whom we used to whisper in the darkness of the trenches during the Sacred Defense: “Victory or martyrdom.”
>Today, they have donned the red robe of martyrdom; And I, once again, have been left behind by the caravan.
>Once again, the third badge of honor has not been awarded to our family. And once again, my two martyred brothers look down from the heavens, shedding tears over my longing.
>Now I remain, wounded in body, and with a heart overflowing with pain and yearning. But if it is my destiny to stay behind, then so be it, I will remain, So that I may continue to be a cause for the enemy’s hatred. He knows well why, and so do I.
>I will remain, and I will continue to shout the story of our epic. I am alive! And this wounded body of mine, by God’s grace, will remain a shield for this nation.
>My heart is still the same heart that once cried out “Labbayk” (I am at your service). And today, it still beats—for faith, for country, and for the people.
>Peace be upon proud and heroic Iran, which generation after generation has sent forth its brave sons and daughters into the field, engraving its name into history with courage and resilience.
>Today, as my breath still bears the wounds of my body and my hand trembles from weakness as I hold this pen, I swear by the blood of the martyrs of this sacred land: So much determination and honor still flow through my veins that silence would be a betrayal to them.
>So, with God's help, let my first words be a cry: "Indeed, we belong to Allah, and indeed to Him we shall return." (Quran 2:156)
>With a heart full of grief, I remember those noble and patient ones—those proud figures— the same ones with whom we used to whisper in the darkness of the trenches during the Sacred Defense: “Victory or martyrdom.”
>Today, they have donned the red robe of martyrdom; And I, once again, have been left behind by the caravan.
>Once again, the third badge of honor has not been awarded to our family. And once again, my two martyred brothers look down from the heavens, shedding tears over my longing.
>Now I remain, wounded in body, and with a heart overflowing with pain and yearning. But if it is my destiny to stay behind, then so be it, I will remain, So that I may continue to be a cause for the enemy’s hatred. He knows well why, and so do I.
>I will remain, and I will continue to shout the story of our epic. I am alive! And this wounded body of mine, by God’s grace, will remain a shield for this nation.
>My heart is still the same heart that once cried out “Labbayk” (I am at your service). And today, it still beats—for faith, for country, and for the people.
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