These are no ordinary ruins. These ruins are mixed with the blood and flesh of a man who bowed to none but his master. A man who walked these halls, lived here and stayed in this place for forty years, carrying out his responsibilities beyond what was expected of him. He led every type of expedition and supervised every sector with exceptional expertise and leadership. On this very ground he met those who needed comfort: the families of the martyrs, the poor and the needy, the vulnerable and the common people. It was where world leaders bowed in respect when they came to meet him. It was also the place where he ate his meals, and where even the fruits he consumed were weighed if they came from the public treasury. The furniture has never been replaced or upgraded. He slept on the floor and sat on the ground. From this very place, this man helped shape the world. Here he met Yahya Sinwar and Said Hassan Nasrallah. Here he received those who played a role in shaping the course of the world. Peace be upon Imam Ali Khamenei, and upon the place from which he rose to the ranks of the martyrs.