Al-Yawm, the Day the Sky Smiled (Part Four): The Despair of Falsehood and a Warning to the Faithful

For years, falsehood has knelt before the grandeur of God’s religion and despaired of extinguishing this eternal light. Those who once imagined they could hide the sun with clenched fists now take refuge in the shadow of their defeat. Yet these very vanquished ones still lie in wait—not to fight the truth, but to snatch the hearts of the faithful. For they know the light cannot be extinguished, so they turn to the small lamps of faith, hoping to make one tremble and another go out. O people of faith, these days the enemy’s arrows are not made of steel; they are made of doubt, heedlessness, distraction, and sweet yet poisoned promises. The religion is protected, but if the human heart is not guarded, it becomes Satan’s hunting ground. So stay alert: though falsehood has been defeated, it still whispers temptation. And faith, though radiant, still needs guarding.

In the days when the sky had turned black with smoke and fire, and the earth burned beneath the footsteps of oppression, the speech of Professor Hamed Sarem blew like a breeze of faith amid the flames. His words sprang not from claims, but from humility and servitude; they were words that saw themselves as a tiny drop before the grandeur of wilayah, and this very humility turned them into an ocean of impact. But these words took on new life when they were shaped by the hands of a heavenly woman—martyr Haditheh Mousazadeh. She was not merely the editor of a work, but the guardian of a flame that burned in her soul with love for the Commander of the Faithful (peace be upon him). Amid the explosions of the Ramadan War, as walls collapsed and the sky trembled with cries, she recorded the final frames of her life with hands that trembled, yet were brave. But the obstinate Jewish criminals... A moment later, those same hands that once joined images together were rolling in their own blood, and the woman who was of the very substance of Ghadir joined her Master. Now her name is inscribed not in the credits of a work, but in the register of the selfless soldiers of wilayah. Her blood is a red seal upon the page of this service; a testimony showing that everything devoted to wilayah, even if small, cries out silently in the heavens.

What lies before you is not merely a sequence of images and sounds; it is an echo of a mission that arose from the heart of history and has endured to this day. The lecture by استاد صارم, with its endearing humility and the reverence that surges through every sentence, reminds us of a truth whose neglect for centuries has wounded the body of the Ummah. In an age when storms of sedition blow from every direction and truth is lost amid the dust of propaganda, we must once again seek refuge in the guiding light of ولایت. It was the forgetting of the message of ولایت that brought about Karbala; and whenever this message is pushed to the margins, history is wounded anew. Behold this work with the eyes of the soul; let the anguish of عاشورا course through its veins and kindle the flame of awakening in hearts. Today, conveying the message of truth is not merely media work; it is the bloodless yet perilous jihad of our time. Every word spoken in defense of truth is an arrow that pierces the darkness. Every step taken on the path of ولایت is a bulwark raised against the flood of falsehood. Rise, for this is no time for sleep. The path of light calls for a traveler who does not fear its pitfalls. May we, on the promised Day, be summoned not among the ranks of the misguided, but beneath the green banner of ولایت, in the shade of امیر مؤمنان (ع).