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I am Alireza Karimi

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I was killed on November 13, 1401. I was twenty-one years old, born on May 12, 1401, the son of Jalil and Sosan, from Shabad in West Islamabad and a resident of Arak and a student of Arak Azad University in the field of microbiology, and my parents were both teachers.

With the beginning of nationwide protests after the killing of Mehsa Amini, when students shouted for their rights in universities in November, I participated in the uprising of Arak students, but repressive officers attacked me and hit me with a baton several times. When I left Mohleka June, I took myself to our student's house, which I had rented from an old lady, but after a few hours, I died due to head injuries and cerebral hemorrhage.... The owner of the house found my body in the house with blood coming from my ear.

After I was killed, the security forces threatened my parents, only if they announce to everyone that I committed suicide and passed away, they will hand over my body to them, and if they disagree, they will both be fired from their jobs. They announced my death as a result of drug abuse in all state media!!

The government officials wanted the funeral ceremony to be held on Thursday without any ceremony, but they faced strong opposition from my family, and finally the ceremony was held the next day, Friday at 9:00 am. My lifeless body was forced to be buried in an extremely secure environment in the Rizwan garden of Islamabad, West...

The 40th ceremony was held on December 24, 1401.


My compatriot died at the height of his youth with thousands of dreams in his head to achieve our freedom, don't let my blood go to waste, continue my way and remember the day of victory....💔

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