Fate changes with sweat, and history is written in blood. But we also give history with blood

I do not agree to enter the game of writing.
This country is not a slaughterhouse.
And revolutionaries are not sacrificial animals.

We don't want dead bodies of our beloved revolutionaries.
We do not want to increase the list of martyrs.
We want to—
Fearless, uncompromising, spineless public heroes like Hadi
long live
Be on the road, be next to people,
Against this rotten state system
Stand up and fight.

Leaders come, leaders go—
The chair of power changes, the face changes, the mask changes.
But revolutionaries like Hadi are not seasonal leaders.
They are born in the hearts of the people,
And lasts like human blood pressure—
Explodes when pressed.

Stopping the voice of a common man like Hadi
It means not just killing a human being—
It is an attempt to put a lock on the face of the people directly.
It's shooting an ideal.
And ideally, if the shots are fired,
People don't stay silent—
History is its witness.

who think
If Hadi is removed, the movement will stop.
They are making a grave mistake.
If one reads Hadi
Ten hadis stood up.
Because Hadi is not a person,
Hadi is a consciousness,
An inconvenient truth,
which cannot be suppressed.

Our clear statement—
we don't want blood
But I'm not afraid.
We are not a procession of corpses.
Led by living revolutionaries
I want to change the fate of this country.

Hadid's hand means—
Hands on the chest of the crowd.
And when he put his hand on the chest of the crowd
Its consequences are in historyWell written.