A close friend here in Tehran fought through a thousand layers of this digital blackout just to get a message to me.
I am putting it here so the diaspora and the Western pundits can look it in the eye.

They said: 'When I finally break through the blackout, I am greeted by people sitting safely outside, preaching their 'anti-war' worries. They cannot fathom that the mullahs slaughtered 40,000 of us in two days. We are being psychologically tortured by their moral grandstanding.

Those of us inside this cage know that cutting out a cancer is going to hurt. We are willing to take that pain, because it is better to die once than to be tortured every single day. If this war stops and the regime survives, we are all dead anyway our execution dates just get moved up.
From the Massacre of January until the first bombs fell, I cried every single day. When the strikes started, I was finally happy. But reading these 'anti-war' takes physically crushes me. It feels like a 100-kilo weight on my chest. It feels like these safe, comfortable people are grabbing me by the arms and handing me directly to the Islamic Republic to be raped.

We are embracing the fire and the fear because this is our last chance to end the nightmare. And yet, your 'peace' posts multiply our terror a hundred thousand times over.'

Hear us clearly. Silence the cowards who speak against this rescue mission. Every time you preach 'peace' while we are locked in with our butchers, you are pouring water directly into the regime’s mill.