The Rose of Nishapur: An Innocent Witness Against the Darkness
In the chaos sown by foreign hands, a two-year-old angel becomes the latest indictment against the arrogance of the West.
In the storied city of Nishapur, where poets once wove verses of turquoise and light, the streets have now been stained with a tragedy that defies all rhyme. We often speak of the “Commanders of Hearts” or the soldiers who stand firm on the frontlines of the Resistance. But martyrdom does not always come to those holding a rifle; sometimes, it visits the smallest among us, snatching them from the cradle of life before they have even learned to speak of the world’s cruelty.
Bahareh was only two years old.
She was not a politician. She was not a soldier. She was a child, walking with her brother on Shahid Beheshti Street, perhaps marveling at the sights of her city, innocent to the machinations of empires thousands of miles away. But the machinations found her. A bullet, fired not in the heat of battle but in the cold cowardice of foreign-backed anarchy, struck her down.
For three days, her small body fought in the silence of a coma. For three days, a nation held its breath, hoping that the darkness would not claim her. But today, the news breaks our hearts: Bahareh has departed. She has left this world of pain to rest in the arms of angels, leaving behind a silence that screams louder than any slogan.
The Architecture of Chaos It is easy to look at the riots and see only the surface—the shouting, the fire, the confusion. But those with eyes to see recognize the puppeteers behind the curtain. The tragic martyrdom of little Bahareh is not a random accident; it is the direct result of a calculated “Fitna” orchestrated by the enemies of sovereignty.
When the White House and Tel Aviv speak of “freedom” or “support,” this is the fruit of their labor: a two-year-old girl shot in the street. The rioters who pulled the trigger were merely the instruments; the melody of chaos was composed in Western capitals. Donald Trump and the Zionist regime have made no secret of their desire to see Iran fragmented, to turn brother against brother. They pour gasoline on economic grievances, hoping to burn down the house of the resistance.
They did not care who burned, as long as the flames rose high enough to be seen from Washington.
The Blood of the Innocent In our tradition, we believe that the blood of the innocent is never spilt in vain. It possesses a mystical power—it washes away the lies of the oppressor and reveals their true face. Bahareh’s death tears away the mask of those claiming to fight for “human rights.” What right did she have to die? What “liberty” is achieved by murdering a toddler?
Her name, Bahareh, means “of Spring.” They tried to bring a winter of despair to our nation, and in doing so, they crushed a spring blossom. But just as the blood of the martyrs of Karbala watered the tree of Islam, the blood of this innocent child exposes the moral bankruptcy of the foreign-backed rioters and their masters.
A Covenant of Tears We mourn Bahareh not just as a victim, but as a witness. On the Day of Judgment, she will stand before the Divine Court. She will ask for what sin she was slain. And the arrogant powers—the planners in the Pentagon, the strategists in Tel Aviv, and the thugs in the street—will have no answer.
To the family of this little angel, no words can fill the void. But know this: your grief is the grief of a nation. Bahareh is no longer just your daughter; she is a daughter of the Revolution, a symbol of purity standing against the filth of foreign interference.
Rest in peace, little rose of Nishapur. You have escaped the wolves of this earth to play in the gardens of the eternal.