The first martyr of the Islamic resistance from Tabriz

We should remember the very first martyr in the path of Islamic resistance, Martyr Abdolsamad Emam‑Panah, who said:

Muslims have two Qiblas; the Kaaba for worship, and Jerusalem for martyrdom!

From the position of the martyrs of the 31st Ashura Division, addressing that illegitimate regime, we must say:

We are the children of Ashura, and you are the remnants of Yazid’s household!

You, who for over seventy years have been powerless against mere stones — how will you ever withstand a war?

Your “Iron Dome” was made of useless scrap metal. What else do you have left to say? We know no sleep in facing you, no concessions, no retreat. Our advice to you: stay angry, and die from your own rage — for Jerusalem will ultimately be liberated, and we will be the victors of that final battle!

Fear the nation whose unity grows stronger in days of fire and blood — a nation that for more than forty years has stood firm against the entire world, and will never yield to you, whose roots are younger than the oldest tree in this land.

Aren’t you ashamed of your pitiful footprint on the map? The time is near when your destruction will not only change the “new world order” but update the “world map” itself, erasing your name from it forever. Know that we have prepared for your annihilation; you have miscalculated, and the countdown to your own end has already begun. This hourglass has turned upside‑down, and it’s not only Iran, but the entire world awaiting your demise. What a waste of oxygen you’ve consumed for over seventy years, and of sunlight that has shone upon your hollow existence for all these years.

Know us well, because we no longer stop at warnings — we will erase you from the surface of the earth in such a way that no one will dare to mention your name again. Remember those nights when our missiles destroyed not just your walls, but your fake pride! Recall how we struck wherever we chose, played whatever tune we wished, and you — like a puppet — were forced to dance to our rhythm.

Every time you felt the illusion of a lion’s roar, remember those twelve days when you, like a rat, hid in your shelters and dared not look upon a city that had become Gaza’s twin, thanks to our missiles. Your mistake is trying to threaten us with wounds; but wounds are the mark of our soldierhood, and martyrdom is the heritage passed down through our generations!

In this apocalyptic battlefield, you put your trust in weapons — we in faith! And that is why you have lost before even pulling the trigger. We defend all those children who, with stones, sealed your fate; and now it is our turn to wage war and bring an end to your days. You may live through crimes, but we achieve eternal life through martyrdom. We are not alone in this mission to destroy you; behind us stands a long line of hearts united together.

You command a crumbling army — we are a single, united Ummah. You bought yours with dollars; we purchased ours with blood. And blood is far more loyal than dollars. You filled the land with oppression through your settlers, but we purify it with the blood of our martyrs. And when that day comes, no dome will remain, no shelter will exist, and Jerusalem will be freed under the banner of Al‑Mahdi!