Mr. UN! Were the toys of that child in the kindergarten a “security threat” to global powers?
To the bureaucrats behind worn-out desks in New York! To the devotees of the faith of Judah and the Samaritans! Believe us: the so-called Promised Lands, watered with the blood of children, are not promised—they are merely a delusion.
I weep for the little child whose fragile body was found under the rubble of the Welfare Organization’s building. Her body was still warm—warm like the bread her mother had baked that morning, which she would never get to eat.
This is a letter to the high chairs of an organization called the “United Nations”—united in name, divided in reality.
Mr. UN! Were the toys of that child in the Welfare Organization’s kindergarten a “security threat” to global powers?
My heart aches when I see Parsa Mansour, that young athlete who was walking home after practice, now lying lifeless on the ground. And his mother…
Your organization seems to have died before our children ever did—an organization that is neither of nations nor united, but rather a syndicate securing the interests of Zionism and the United States.
Are you not mere tenants of Washington and Tel Aviv? Have your pens not been dipped in the ink of Western embassies? Do you not sell every “resolution” for the price of blood-soaked dollars? They split the atom, made bombs, dropped them on the world, and you were nowhere to be found. Even when you were present, you saw nothing. Now, you hand off your concerns to others who might someday build what your allies have already constructed and stockpiled. What, then, is the real threat here?
Today, the blood of our burned children is splattered across your walls and ceilings. So many tiny bodies—three, four, five years old—like broken birds flung from their nests, now lie on hospital beds.
Is this, too, one of those “military targets” you falsely report? Or is the blood of an Iranian child cheaper to you than the ink of your betrayal of humanity?
When the Welfare Organization building in Qasr-e Shirin—a shelter for the disabled and vulnerable—gets bombed, how are you any different from the fascists of the 1940s? The only difference is your silk ties, which bear fake peace symbols instead of swastikas. You always choose tools of war, and your “next steps” are always worse than the last.
Word Games
You claimed the strikes were only on military installations? Then what crime did the Qasr-e Shirin welfare building commit? What wrong did the hospitals filled with children do? What about the daughter of martyr Bagheri, that young journalist? Or Parsa Mansour, that hardworking athlete? What link did they have to war? Were they military targets? Did the burned bodies of innocent children pose a threat to your soldiers?
In your definition, militarism seems worthy of killing and being killed. But in our faith, it is called just defense—defending our land, our people. These are acts of sacrifice. And how easily your games with language turn into justifications for barbarity.
Children’s toys in Iranian welfare centers: a threat to global security?! This is the United Nations’ conclusion.
Your organization is like a fake doctor who writes prescriptions but secretly pours poison into the patient’s cup. Today, Tehran’s hospitals are filled with the wounded, suffering from “blast trauma” and “burns”—sanitized medical terms for the same atrocities you diplomatically label as “military infrastructure.”
Final Words
We—the nation still donating blood under your fire, still staying up by hospital beds, still carrying our martyrs through the streets—will not yield to your disgraceful silence.
History is a ruthless judge. And tomorrow, when future generations flip through the yellowed pages of your archives, they will see how, on the day Iranian children burned in flames, the “United Nations” was busy drafting humanitarian reports…
And now, are you preparing a new round of sanctions in response to Iran’s reaction to Israel’s crimes? Bravo! Even with all your oppressive sanctions, you still expect us to merely watch your betrayal of humanity?
This is a war you have waged against civilians, while our soldiers are merely your excuse.
These precious lives of ours— they do not burn. They do not die. They are the flames lighting tomorrow
