If you are reading this, Professor Mansur, it is not because you are prepared to listen, but because truth, like thunder in the middle of your sermon, has refused to wait for your permission. We know it hurts. We know it burns. Not because of defeat, but because your house of borrowed certainties is now caving in, not under the weight of Iran's missiles, but under the pressure of your own contradictions. The House you serve has cracked. Not just the palace in Riyadh, but the intellectual one you built with Wahhabi bricks and Zionist cement.

Tell us, good professor, who taught you to hate so well? Who crowned you the mufti of legitimacy and stripped martyrs of their Islam because they do not bow to your idol of American Islam? Is it not strange that you find nothing Islamic in those who die resisting Zionism, yet everything Islamic in those who wine and dine in Davos and Tel Aviv? You hated Iran for beating Israel, not because it was wrong, but because it was right without your permission.

Let us, then, proceed with caution but without apology.

“When the hypocrites come to you, [O Muhammad], they say, ‘We testify that you are the Messenger of Allah.’ And Allah knows that you are His Messenger, and Allah testifies that the hypocrites are liars.” (Qur’an 63:1)

Let us begin, as Socrates insists, with questions. For the truth reveals itself better in interrogation than in indignation.

Professor Mansur, you said Iran is not Islamic. Let us examine.

When was it that you found Islam in the Saudi bombs that fell on Yemeni hospitals? When did you locate Islam in the handshakes between Bin Salman and Trump? When did Islam become a robe to be stitched in Washington and worn in Riyadh?

You saw Iran resisting global tyranny, and rather than say “Alhamdulilah,” you said “Ha wusu bilai.” Was your compass broken, or your conscience?

You claim to love the Prophet’s Household. Yet when their Shia followers are slaughtered, you file complaints about doctrinal differences instead of condemnation. When Iran sends aid to Palestine, you send footnotes. When they retaliate against Mossad assassinations, you retreat into technicalities. Tell us, at what point does theology become treachery?

Let us now invite Ayatollah Baqir al-Sadr, whose intellect could pierce steel and whose blood was spilled by the same Ba’athist blades now gleaming in Saudi banquet halls.

“The real measure of Islam is how one stands with the oppressed, not how eloquently one quotes hadith while dining with tyrants.” - Baqir al-Sadr

What Iran has done is not just strategic. It is spiritual. It is Ashura revived with drones. Karbala reborn with hypersonic missles. What frightens you, dear professor, is not the Shia crescent. It is the fact that the crescent now eclipses your sun of takfirism.

You say Iran cannot be Islamic because it is Shia. Very well. But by that logic, should we then say Saudi Arabia is un-Islamic because it betrayed Gaza, shook hands with Zionists, and buried Yemen under rubble? Shall we declare your Wahhabi cousins infidels for bowing to every U.S. presidential envoy like a pussy cat before a spilled milk?

You watched Iran withstand the siege of sanctions, cyber-attacks, assassinations, drone strikes, and propaganda war and prevail. You saw it beat blue and silly the most arrogant empire of our time. And yet, in your entire speech, you never condemned the oppressors. Not once. Instead, you scolded the victorious for daring to win without your theological visa.

Let me now tell you what this really is, Professor: It is not a difference of jurisprudence. It is not even a Sunni-Shia divide. It is the ancient war of the soul, between those who stand with Ali and those who dine with Yazid.

If resisting oppression is not Islam, then please, what is? If helping Palestine, Syria, Lebanon, Iraq, and Yemen is not Islam, then what remains of Islam … rituals and riyā’? You want a quiet Islam, the kind that does not interrupt colonial conversations. But this Islam is noisy. It screams like Zaynab in Yazid’s court. It bleeds like Husain on the plains of Karbala.

Now this from Rumi.

“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?” — Rumi

Iran flew. You crawled. You were too busy licking the boots of petro-dollar preachers to notice that the People of the Cloak had risen again, not with swords this time, but with kamikaze drones, hypersonic missiles, and unmatched will.

You said nothing Islamic remains in Iran. But you said everything Islamic remains in Saudi Arabia. The same Saudi that murdered a journalist in a consulate. The same Saudi that embargoed Qatar for not supporting enough Zionism. The same Saudi that erected hotels for Zionist rabbis in Medina while banning Muslims from mourning Ashura in Riyadh.

Shall we now open the Qur’an to see who resembles the companions of the cave, and who resembles the builders of the golden calf?

Iran has flaws. But its flaws are the flaws of effort, not of betrayal. Its errors are the errors of a nation walking on the tightrope of destiny, not lying under the blanket of Zionism. It builds hospitals and universities under siege. Your allies build palaces and casinos under divine slogans.

Let us now return to Karbala. On the eve of the tenth of Muharram, Imam Husain extinguished the candles and told his companions they were free to leave. Many did. Those who remained became stars that now guide the free of every generation. Iran, in this age, has become one of those stars. And you, professor, are complaining about its glow.

O Professor, how can you not see that this is Ashura reenacted? When the forces of Yazid surrounded Husain, they looked much like the coalition Iran faced; Zionist, tribal, imperial, and clothed in clerical hypocrisy. Husain stood, not because he would win militarily, but because he had already won morally. Iran did both.

Your problem is not with Iran. Your problem is with truth that refused to consult you.

In the Battle of Ahzab, the Qur’an says:

“Behold! They came upon you from above and from below... your eyes grew wild and your hearts reached your throats...” (33:10)

But the believers said:

“This is what Allah and His Messenger had promised us.” (33:22)

Iran is that believer. It stood, surrounded. Its heart did not collapse. It did not run to Washington. It built missiles and remained patient. It did not ask Najad for fatwas. It asked the Qur’an for resolve.

You ask: “Why do people love Iran?” I’ll tell you. Not because it is flawless. But because it fears none but Allah. Because its martyrs are buried in rows, not hidden in off-shore bank accounts. Because even when it errs, it errs in motion. Not in betrayal.

Let me remind you again, from Nahjul Balagha:

“A scholar who keeps silent when seeing oppression is a mute devil.” — Imam Ali (AS)

You, professor, are not a mute devil. You are a loud one. For you do speak, but not against tyranny. You speak against those who resist it. You are the court preacher of Pharaohs in keffiyehs.

You said nothing when Mossad murdered Iranian scientists. You laughed when their assassins filmed their deeds. You mocked Iran for defending itself, yet praised Saudi Arabia for selling oil to fund US military bases in West Asia. Your silence on Zionism is deafening. Your voice against Iran is pathetic.

Now the Axis of Resistance has declared victory. And your reaction is not “Alhamdulillah,” but “How dare they?” You wanted a world where Iran begged the West. But Iran did sajda to no one but God. This offends you.

“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” — Rumi

Iran was wounded, and light entered. It entered not just through missiles but through martyrdom, through Fatemiyoun and Zainabiyoun brigades, through orphans raised on Husayni resolve, through young scientists who weep not for iPhones but for Palestine.

You, professor, weep for relevance. This, and nothing else, is why you attack Iran. Not from conviction, but from irrelevance.

You call Iran un-Islamic because your brand of Islam requires silence before Bani Saud. You want an Islam that signs defence pacts with those who defile Masjid al-Aqsa. But that “Islam” is dead. Iran buried it under the rubble of Haifa, Tel Aviv and Ashdod.

We are not here to convert you. Only to confront you. With your own cowardice. With your own silence. With your own hypocrisy. With your own compound ignorance that is so venomous to humanity.

You claim to defend the Sunnah. Then why do you ally with those who murder the descendants of the Prophet? You claim to oppose Zionism. Then why do you attack the only country that confronts it?

“Do not mix truth with falsehood or conceal the truth while you know it.” (Qur’an 2:42)

So here, O professor of paradox, is your truth: You hated Iran because it succeeded. You feared Iran because it stood. You mocked Iran because it reminds you of what you once pretended to be; A moomin.

But perhaps what is most telling, Professor Mansur, is not even your hatred. It is the fact that you have adorned it with the robes of scholarship. That a professor, entrusted with the sacred duty of intellectual rigour, would stoop so low into the cesspool of sectarian bile, says far more than any footnote in your fabricated theology. It is not just you who should be ashamed. It is the institution that signed off on your title.

For once upon a time, universities were citadels of critical thought. Today, it appears some are kennels for certified hunting dogs, barking not at ignorance, but at resistance; not at tyranny, but at theology that refuses to bow. If all it takes to earn a professorial title is to echo the Wahhabi takfirism of Riyadh, then the world must now know: academic promotion in some universities is no longer based on peer-reviewed insight, but pet-approved incitement.

One wonders, was your PhD earned through research or recitation of palace decrees? Did you defend a thesis or simply recite the Saudi anthem backward while holding a banner that reads “Death to the Shia”? Because your public statements suggest not a professor of Islamic studies, but a hireling of the criminal enterprise of Zionism.

The university that awarded you your rank may do well to revisit the scrolls. Either recall that title and cleanse its shame, or let it be known to the public that certain universities have replaced academic rigor with theological promo codes: Be a Wahhabi Loyalist, Get a Degree Free. “Digiri, biyu aahu”

And what will the course modules be?

• Takfir 101: How to declare millions of Muslims apostates before dawn.

• Advanced Zionist Studies: Silence in the face of Israeli aggression.

• Oppression Management: How to scold martyrs and praise gangsters.

• Shia Hatred Practicum: Iranophobia as a final-year project.

If this is what scholarship has become…if books are now replaced by slogans, citations by sycophancy, and knowledge by noise, then let it be known: we are not witnessing a debate. We are witnessing the academic formalization of hunting dog theology.

But we will not be silent. Because as Imam Ali (AS) thundered:

“Your silence over falsehood is louder than your speech.”

So let it echo, through lecture halls, mosques, mountain caves, and resistance tunnels:

The cloak of the Prophet is not worn by courtiers in palaces. It is stained with blood, worn in deserts, and survives not in degrees, but in deeds.

And Iran, to your utter disblief and disappointment, has worn and worn it well.