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O my dear! I asked the Lord to fill all arteries and capillaries of my being with His love. I asked Him to entirely fill my being with His love. I have not chosen this path to kill someone. You know I cannot also see beheading of a chicken. If I have a weapon in my hand is due to stand against murderers, not to kill people.

I see myself as a soldier in the house of each Muslim who is in danger. I would like God to give me the power to be able to defend all the oppressed in the world. Not to sacrifice my life for dear Islam, although it is welcome, not for the oppressed Shiite in which my life is more welcome to be sacrificed for its sake, no ..no... but I fight for that terrified, helpless child for whom there is no refuge, for that frightened woman, who hugged her baby on her chest, for that homeless one who is fleeing and being chased whereas has left a line of blood behind.

O my dear! I am into a corps that does not sleep and should not sleep so that others can sleep in peace. Let them sleep and my peace be sacrificed to theirs.

O My dear daughter! You live safe in my house in dignity and honor. What can I do for that helpless girl who has no supporter and that crying child who has nothing and lost everything? So, make me your vow and entrust me to Him [God]. Let me go, go and go. How can I stay while all my caravans are gone and I am left behind?

O My daughter! I am very tired. I have not slept for thirty years, but I don't want to sleep at all. I pour salt in my eyes so that my eyelids do not dare to come together lest in my negligence they behead that helpless child. What do you expect of me when I think that you [Fatemeh], Narjis or Zeinab are as that frightened girl, and my Hussein and Reza are as that teenager and young man lying in the slaughterhouse who is being beheaded? Should I be an observer, a carefree or a businessman? No, I cannot live like this.

Peace and mercy of God be upon you.