Loghman Madayen’s Note in Memory of the Innovator Jurist Ayatollah Montazeri (RA)
According to CinamaDrame News Agency, Loghman Madayen, a writer and researcher, in a note commemorating the innovative jurist Ayatollah Montazeri (RA), examined the perspectives of individuals in positions of governance and their impact on people’s lives, writing:
We had gone to visit Ayatollah Montazeri here. I was young. We arrived, and the old man, without a trace of arrogance, welcomed us. In front of his house, the Ministry had placed a kiosk and did not allow everyone in. The dear one who managed to take us inside was the former bodyguard of his son, Mohammad. It was there that I saw Saeed for the first time. He opened his heart and began to recount memories in a group of ten. He said, “I was under Ministry detention for three hundred and sixty-five days. He claimed he was filmed from various angles and in front of a camera, and some time later, they showed him a film where his image was superimposed on the body of a man who had an illicit relationship with a married woman. They had threatened him, saying, ‘You must cooperate, or we will broadcast this and say Montazeri‘s son was with a married woman.'” He refused to betray his father.
Finally, they released him, and I heard he was recently arrested before Eid with his sister, Saeedeh, the same girl who, on the night of her father’s passing, shouted at the government figures, including the daughter of the late Hashemi, “You waited for him to die, and then you come?” and drove them out of the house. Her tongue was sharp like Zaynab (SA), and her patience was commendable.
Montazeri knew the art of statesmanship. At the very beginning of the Revolution, he told the then-Leader, “We are not supposed to build walls around the country. Let us send peace envoys to neighboring countries so they don’t think our revolution wants to spread or that we are warmongers.” And he was sharply told, “No, we intend to build walls!” Now, the censored cuts of “Khesht-e Kham” (Raw Brick) have come out, leaving no room for defense. The Iraq war became a full-blown war that could have been avoided but happened, and the peace envoy who was not sent on the first day turned into a cup of poison that had to be drunk.
Time passed until Trump came, wrote a letter, and sent Shinzo Abe, the Prime Minister of Japan, to Iran so that, apart from the soft tone of the letter, his envoy would also be free of controversy. Proudly, they placed his letter under the Japanese official and laughed, saying, “We don’t shake hands with the devil,” and put Trump‘s letter under his envoy’s seat to send him on his way! Neither war nor negotiation would happen. Time passed, and one by one, the officials who had tried for a lifetime to “raisin” them (a Persian idiom meaning to make them obedient) were eliminated. The axis of resistance, which was Iran’s prestige, collapsed, an irreparable damage to what was the entire dignity of the system. Palestine, which became our sacrifice, its shame etched on the nation’s forehead, and every single arm that had received a guarantee of presence with a promise of honor! That if the other side entered, we would also enter and defend them, but when it came to action, they abandoned the field and let their hands be cut off. The birds that the gentlemen boasted about in their foreignness, saying they couldn’t get within 5000 kilometers of our borders, surprisingly came to the capital’s ground, struck the most sensitive centers, and left without incident, to say that what you saw on the radar was our will, and when you didn’t see us, it was our will. Alas, they still prefer to deny and hide a secret that the enemy knows from the people.
Anyway, my point is something else. The day he came forward softly and with an uncontroversial envoy, they rejected him out of stubbornness. Now that he has come aggressively and audaciously, with a humiliating tone, with an envoy like the UAE, with whom we have an old dispute, the slogan “neither war nor negotiation” has turned into indirect negotiation and a childish remark that it’s unlikely there will be a war, but if there is, we will build an atom bomb!
They say it has been decided to negotiate directly, like during the JCPOA era. Why go far? Like when they came to our southern borders with a cargo ship and a disguised identity and talked to the previous government’s envoy. They say investment by Americans has been approved. Poor Rouhani, who was aged by McDonald’s and KFC. They say they have no problem with an American representative being present in Iran. In simple terms, the writer pulled out the letter you put under Trump‘s envoy and threw it in your face, forcing you to the negotiating table.
This is the nature of ignorance, which always rejects the low-cost path and, when things come to a head and there is no dignity left, submits to humiliation and drinks the cup of poison.
The blood of the officials who passed away, and the youth whose loss weighed heavily on their friends and families, and the axis that was destroyed, lies on the shoulders of those who did not want Rouhani to be the victor of the field. Today, we understand how much further ahead he was than the gentlemen and how well he understood the danger. Truly, he was the elder statesman of national security.
I am still looking for a clue as to what the Russians are getting in return for allowing us to reach an agreement. Let’s not forget that for half a century, they have committed every crime to prevent Iran from approaching America. If they are not appeased, no relationship will form.
I am caught in a strange paradox. I am happy that the subject of my teenage photography is not here to witness these days, as if he hadn’t seen them before! And I am sad that he is not here for us to see him. As Jalal said, the old man was our eyes.
