Perseverance is not a victory, but it has become sufficient, and when perseverance is enough, the war ends internally before it ends on the ground, because the side that possesses everything and cannot decide begins to doubt everything, and doubt in power is more dangerous than its absence!
The major armies entered this East with one certainty: that everything has a limit, a threshold for pain, for perseverance, and for loss, so they designed their weapons to shatter these thresholds, but they collided with people who decided from the beginning that there is no ceiling, and when you strike those who do not believe in a ceiling with weapons designed to break it, you find yourself hitting air and calling that a resolution!
Gaza is not a war, Gaza is a philosophical exam conducted with corpses, and each corpse is a question with no answer. When you bomb an idea, it multiplies, and when you assassinate a symbol, it turns into a religion, and religions do not reside in buildings to be demolished, but live in a mother’s answer when her son asks her why we stay, and that answer is not found on any map and is not harmed by any missile.
Tehran does not fight to win, it fights to prove that it does not fall, and the difference between the two goals is that victory requires strength and strength is limited, but proving that you do not fall only requires that you continue breathing, and continuing to breathe does not require an army but a creed, and a creed, when nourished by blood, grows and does not wither. The leader is assassinated and turns into Karbala, and Karbala is not merely a memory but fuel that does not extinguish each time you add a blow, and this is what those who struck did not understand because they studied war and not the soul. I am not defending the theocratic regime of Tehran, which I have expressed reservations about in more than one instance, nor do I see any virtue in its religious despotism, but I describe a phenomenon that transcends the regime to the people, and transcends politics to something deeper and older than all regimes: the will of those who decided not to fall.
This will does not ask anyone for permission nor waits for assessment!
The Palestinian has paid a price that cannot be named, and at the very moment he was paying it, the world woke up, not from sleep but from a long anesthesia, in which it perfected the art of not seeing, and the Palestinian name returned to human conscience through a door that neither negotiator nor orator opened, but through a child’s image that needs no translation, and this does not justify the war nor beautify it, but it says something harsh about the nature of this world: justice is only heard when it screams unbearably!
The question avoided by every closed room in Washington and Tel Aviv is not how we win, but what does victory mean over an opponent who believes that their blood is fertilizer not waste, and that each falling generation enriches the next generation. This question is not answered by planes or intelligence agencies, but only by those who dare to sit in front of the truth without naming it defeat!
Their blood does not dry, and yours is not enough, and between these two statements every war in this East stands incapable of ending, because those who own the weapons want a resolution, and those who hold the creed want eternity, and eternity always wins!
