Minab

This track was born from a real headline: The Minab school strike that killed 175 children, sparking worldwide outrage and intensifying anti-war protests. Muckraker's rock production gives the story the weight of a front-page exclusive — journalism you can feel in your chest. Lines like "Third grade, Mrs. Farzan's class, the morning light was sweet." anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — grief-stricken — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] The bell rang at eight fifteen, the children took their seats, Third grade, Mrs. Farzan's class, the morning light was sweet. Crayons on the table, notebooks open wide, A hundred seventy-five futures burning bright inside. Then the sky cracked open with a sound like breaking earth, And everything that mattered, everything of worth, Was buried under rubble where the schoolyard used to be, And the silence after thunder was the loudest thing you'd see. They pulled a backpack from the dust, a shoe, a broken pen, A drawing of a family that will never be again. The Pentagon said tactical, the briefing said mistake, But a hundred seventy-five children—tell me what's at stake. Minab was just a village, just a dot upon a map, Now it's carved into our conscience like a thunderclap. So scream it from the rooftops, scream it through the rain, Minab, Minab, we will not forget your pain. [chorus] Minab, remember Minab, A hundred seventy-five lights that we'll never get back. Minab, remember Minab, Small hands reaching through the black. Minab, remember Minab, We carry your names and we're never turning back. [verse 2] The footage hit the internet at nine AM our time, A father on his knees beside a wall of ashen lime, Holding up a photograph, his daughter, seven years, And every parent watching felt the weight of all those tears. The anchors paused on camera, the generals looked away, The president said collateral, like that makes it okay. But collateral is someone's child who laughed and learned and played, Who wanted to be a doctor, who was never afraid. Now the campus walls are covered with a hundred seventy-five, Each face, each name, each story, keeping memory alive. Columbia to Cambridge, signs are painted red, We will not let the headlines bury all the dead. So we march with photographs, we march with open hands, And we tell the truth to power, make them understand. That a school is not a target, that a child is not a threat, Minab, Minab, we will never forget. [chorus] Minab, remember Minab, A hundred seventy-five lights that we'll never get back. Minab, remember Minab, Small hands reaching through the black. Minab, remember Minab, We carry your names and we're never turning back. [bridge] Light a candle, say a prayer, hold the photograph up high, Every vigil is a promise that their memory won't die. From Tehran to DC, from London to LA, The world is watching, the world will say: Never again, never again, never again. [chorus] Minab, remember Minab, A hundred seventy-five lights that we'll never get back. Minab, remember Minab, Small hands reaching through the black. Minab, remember Minab, We carry your names and we're never turning back. [outro] Minab... Minab... We say your name into the wind and we won't let it fade. Minab... Minab... A hundred seventy-five candles that will never be unmade.