Back when we were on the front,
We used to write on our door:
"Ya Hussein, the command is yours."
But now we write:
"Do not enter without coordination."
The enchanting fragrance of the soil, blended with the heavenly scent of the martyrs' memory, had swept through the city of Tabriz like a gentle, soul-stirring breeze.
Mehdi Bakeri did not become great by letting go of Hamid;
he became heavenly by letting go of himself.
At Badr, he reached a place where he no longer saw bullets — he saw only Paradise.
Tonight, Tabriz hosted a night of reminiscence and commemoration of the great men who shaped the history of this land with their sacrifice and selflessness.