I was killed on October 1, 1401. He was twenty-seven years old. I was a resident of Islamshahr, single and a simple employee of the hospital. I had a poor family that I helped. Nationwide protests started after Mehsa Amini was killed. That day, around evening, I was returning from work to go home. I was near the second floor of Golestan, I was walking along the sidewalk and a few people were shouting slogans on the side street. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the sound of gunshots. People were looking around in panic with every sound. One of the plainclothes officers who was standing on the side of the street was shouting: move faster, go to your house without honor.... Suddenly, repressive agents shot at me with several bullets, I was drowned in blood and died in the blink of an eye while my empty food container was lying on the ground next to me and my blood was flowing on the sidewalk and splashed on the wall.... A woman who was near me started screaming, people were shocked and scared, several people came forward, an old man knelt down next to me and put his head on my chest and told people that his heart was not beating.... He put his head on my chest again as if He wanted to make sure, this time he stopped and clapped his hands on his head and shouted: "Kill her", and the woman screamed again... Then the officers came to my body, dispersed the people with batons and took me to their car. A man quickly took my wallet, he wanted to find my family. He saw that there was only thirty thousand tomans in cash and a bank card with only my name Rosh. After that, he went to several banks and said that he found my wallet and asked for the address, but they said that the customer's information is confidential and we cannot give it to you, give me the wallet and go. Then he visited the surrounding streets until finally, after three weeks, he found our address from a shopkeeper, he went there and was able to see my father and said that he found my bag. My father told him to call the medical examiner and hand over my body, while there were several bullet holes on my body, and the medical examiner wrote that the cause of death was a war bullet. I was buried unjustly in Islamshahr... The 40th ceremony was held on November 13, 1401. After my death, my father went to Islamshahr IRGC and Basij headquarters to file a lawsuit and said that my child was not in the demonstration, he came back from work and was killed. Who should be held accountable?? They also told him: It is not our concern, we did not kill such a person!!! In the end, no organization accepted the responsibility of my death. I was killed in obscurity and there is no more information about me... Remember my compatriot and remember me on the day of victory....
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