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Speaker 0: You said no to war, and I heard you. I thought, what a blessing you are. May your heart stay pure and always protected. May your actions and morals stay connected, because our hearts have been tainted like black tea spilled on a Persian rug leaving a stain. We used to think the same.
We wanted to play a good hand at this game, but the moment we heard our mothers wailing, we folded. There's no justice in this life. Our faith has eroded. They keep killing our children in the name of God. We watch Seppar's father searching for his son amongst countless body bags filled with women and children and innocent men. We also never considered war an option before then, before we witnessed our mothers burn in grieving flames.
It wasn't required to jump over fire when New Year's came. Every stride they took, they were burning like a furnace. Every step turned to ash where their hearts used to beat. Their pain turned soft souls into something concrete. May you never know the pain of a whole entire nation begging to be saved by foreign invasion.
They say, I don't understand. Why would you agree to war? What a blessing it is that you don't understand my love. I hope you never know the pain of people begging to be bombed where your death is so close, but it feels like hope. Maybe in another life, every country will rush to save us instead of fighting over whether Trump has the right to invade us.
They'll fight over who gets the honor of being our savior. They'll argue over credit for our liberation and for once we'll have a choice and who our leader gets to be, not imposed but chosen will finally be free. It's good you don't believe in more. What beautiful way of thinking. What a blessing it is to not know the feeling of clinging to the first life raft that comes in your direction, not caring for a second about their intention, not pausing for reflection, just to fight against death.
My love, I'm glad you still believe there's a wrong and a right, but I've seen a place where that line disappears, where survival speaks louder than morals and fears, what a blessing to breathe and still have a voice, to question the hand and still have a choice. But when your lungs start to fail and you're drowning with no air, you don't care who it is, you just hope that they're there. You clutch at the life raft, no time left away, whose hands pulling you up or what price you will pay, head barely above water, grief flooding your sight. You don't choose your savior. You choose to survive.