“We belong to God and we belong to God
Sayyid, what should I do with this double situation?! Were you wearing any clothes other than the robe of martyrdom?
I wish I was sitting in front of you and rehearsing the text of the obituary with you. I am sure that every time I wrote a descriptive sentence with those red and shy cheeks, you would laugh and embarrass me.
Syed, my liver burned. It is hard to believe that I can imagine Lebanon without you.
Seyed, I waited many times in Lebanon for the love of your visit and I did not get the share of your visit.
Sayyid, I have played Pharaoh’s chariot and I am shouting, sound, camera, movement, but where is my permissible world, where is the real world of you and your friends? I was busy playing the hero of the game when the news came that Seyyed Hasan Nasrallah left.
The sound and camera are off, but your movement will continue until Jerusalem. Now I am left and the crying eyes of Asia, peace be upon him, who is waiting for Pharaoh’s torture to give up the truth, and he sees nothing but the companionship of God.
Seyyed, these Pharaonic people are going to go as a witness of history, but your way and your ideals and the look of resistance will remain.
I am not ready to erase the image of your index finger pointing towards Israel from my mind for a moment and look at your torn body.
Sid is alive. The way of resistance is alive.
Ebrahim Hatamikia
Mehr 8, 1403″