You live in a small apartment in northern Tehran.
Your neighbors think you’re an oil consultant. Your passport says you were born in Shiraz.
Your accent is perfect. Your “wife” believes you met at a wedding in Qom. Your children call you Baba.
At night, you kiss them goodnight. You tell them fairy tales in Farsi. You listen to them breathe…
But inside?
A part of you dies. Because it’s all a lie. You’re not Iranian. You’re not who they think you are.
You're a Jew from Jerusalem. A Mossad agent. A ghost in plain sight.
And you smile through the lie—Because you’re protecting your people.
During the 12-Day War, the stakes were unlike anything before. Iran was days away from crossing every red line. You were already there. Before the first jet took off. Before the first explosion.You hand-delivered sabotage code in Tabriz. You marked the GPS of a hidden weapons truck. You shut down a security feed for just 47 seconds— That’s all it took.
Day 1: A top Revolutionary Guard general—gone. You knew him. You sent his full itinerary.
Day 9: A secret nuclear facility—erased.No one knew how. You did. And when the fires lit up the Tehran sky… You didn’t cheer. You sat on your rooftop, hidden in the dark,And cried. Because your “family,” Your neighbors, Even the kids who called you Dad— Would wake up tomorrow in chaos.
You caused it. And you carry that weight forever.
But the Jewish people were safe. And that pain? That loneliness? That silence?
It became holy. No medals. No parades. No headlines.
Just one message:
Mission Complete.
Return to a life that no longer feels like yours.But now, around the world, Jews are safer…Because you gave up everything.
So that Never Again wouldn’t just be a slogan—But a promise.
Honor the invisible heroes.
For the ones who protect without glory.
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