What everyone feared has happened. Thisat reckless party, which for decades has mortgaged our fate to metaphysical command, to the interests of others, and to calculations beyond our borders, has taken its most dangerous decision: to commit suicide with the country and its people, placing their blood, property, land, future, past, and memories as pieces on a losing chessboard.

It fired a few rockets into the void—an act of revenge and a reaffirmation of its doctrine and path—and decided to enter the battle, setting the wheel of payment and sacrifice in motion with no concern whatsoever for the day after, and no regard for what will become of those it has for decades called the “environment” of its weapons.

Once again, it has thrown the country into the furnace of war, using the same tools that previously led to defeat, and claiming the same rhetoric, terminology, strategies, and delusions.

A country already battered by economic collapse, the port explosion, successive waves of emigration, and costly , losing rounds of fighting, now finds itself once again facing an unknown whose darkness is actually all too well known. The people of South Lebanon, the southern suburbs of Beirut, and the Beqaa find themselves once again stranded on the roadside, without protection and without care. T; their suffering serves only as fuel to charge the machine of hatred and madness run by that same party. What we are witnessing is the widening of the strip of no return and displacement in South Lebanon, emptying it out in order to turn it into nothing more than an international and regional mailbox.

That same party, which sacrifices to the very last breath the sons of the community it claims to draw upon—its numbers, its heritage, its culture, and its history—will continue this practice and this collective suicide unless someone within the Shia community says: No. We are this someone in the Shia community. Enough is enough. We are not the fuel for your endless wars. We are Lebanese, and Lebanon is our final homeland.