Al-Yawm: The Day the Sky Smiled (Part Three)—The Lizard’s Leadership, the Identity of the Deniers of Ghadir

The Gathering is the merciless arena where veils are torn away and disgrace is exposed: «يَوْمَ نَدْعُو كُلَّ أُنَاسٍ بِإِمَامِهِمْ». It is the day when every weary soul is called by the name of its leader. Woe to those who, in the crystal clarity of Ghadir, failed to see the world-illuminating sun of ʿAlī (ع) and, in the depths of darkness, out of disbelief and mockery, called a lizard their guide! The Prophet’s (ص) warning still reverberates through history: «Beware the day when you are resurrected with a lizard!» Ghadir is not merely a pond; it is the sharp blade that separates light from fire, and the scale of truth by which adherence to the wilayah or descent into the swamp of perdition is measured. Let us awaken before we are dragged to Hell with the leaders of corruption!

The voice you hear in this part of the “Ghadir Verses” is a discourse that came forth amid the gunpowder and fire of the “Twelve-Day War”; despite its epic resonance, it is only a meager drop and scant offering before the boundless ocean and grandeur of Ghadir, and, with empty hands and a shame-stricken heart, bows its head in humility, servitude, and meekness at the threshold of wilayah. Yet the spirit of these words was brought to life through the efforts of an innocent, heavenly woman—the martyr Haditheh Musa-Zadeh—an artist who herself was dissolved in wilayah. This female editor was submerged in her own blood on the blood-soaked battlefield of the “Ramadan War” and took flight to the heavens. Her loving hands, which once joined the verses of Ghadir together with love, are now stilled, so that her name may be recorded in the register of those who sacrificed themselves for Haydar al-Karrar. She departed, but her pure blood became the signature of acceptance for this humble service before the presence of Amīr al-Muʾminīn (ع).

*What lies before you now is not merely a video; it is the throbbing cry of a mission. In these turbulent times, let us bow our heads before the incomparable grandeur of Ghadir and tie the thread of our souls to this secure anchorage. Let us remember that the مظلومیت of Sayyid al-Shuhada (peace be upon him) and his companions in Karbala had its roots in the forgetting of this very clear message. Watch this work with the eye of the heart, unite it with the constricting grief of Ashura, and, in spreading the truth, breathe alongside the caravan of light. Let us not allow the voice of truth to be lost amid the ceaseless clamor of falsehood. Rise! Today, being a fearless media voice of Wilayah is no less than jihad; rise, so that on that promised day we may be counted not among the leaders of darkness, but beneath the shade of Ghadir’s green banner and in the safe embrace of the Wilayah of al-Murtada (peace be upon him).*