SAEDNEWS: The lullaby cut short by explosions is never forgotten in Tehran. Today, the same hands that fired missiles wave at us. Do you remember—the rubble was what our children inherited of their “kindness”?
A strange lump tightens my throat as I look at these images. The screams still echo in my ears—the voice of a mother searching for her child amid the rubble, hands desperately brushing away dust, hoping for a trace of a smile, a glance, a breath.
Do you remember? Just months ago, Tehran’s sky burned with missiles instead of stars. That night, our children’s lullabies were silenced by explosions. Those who now post videos and offer fake concern are the same who ordered the ceilings to collapse on our children’s heads.
Netanyahu and Trump—how strange that yesterday’s killers wear the robes of saviors today! Have they forgotten that their “support” brought us nothing but gunpowder and lifeless bodies under broken concrete? How can a hand that pulled the trigger now claim to wipe our tears? This is not compassion—it is salt on the deep wounds of a nation.
Fellow citizens, my dearest… if your voice had a protest, it was heard. The echoes of our streets have reached the authorities. But from here on, the path is treacherous. To march now risks walking alongside those whose hands are stained with the blood of our children, to smile at those who wish to see our homes destroyed again.
We are grieving, but not naïve. We will not let those who smashed our roofs dictate freedom to us.
Now, the choice is yours… Do you really want to echo the killers of Iran’s children? History—and the eyes of those trapped under the rubble—will judge us all.
