I was killed on December 13, 1401. He was eighteen years old, born on July 13, 2003. I was from Izeh and lived in Fouladshahr, Isfahan. I was in the last year of high school and I was studying welding. I was an athlete and the only son in the family and breadwinner for my elderly parents and sister. I have been working and studying since I was a child. When I was young, I worked in a car wash, then as a salesperson, and then I went to work as a mechanic, I wanted to work more and help my family with a better income. Because I was the only boy, I applied for an exemption from military service, but when I got my card, I was no longer in this world....
On 3 Mehr 1401 Arvin Golzari was killed, he was not only my friend, it was like they killed my brother. Arvin and I had a family relationship, we were the same age and we used to participate in all the demonstrations that were held in the house of Isfahan. After Arvin was killed, I said that I will not rest until I avenge the blood of Arvin and his comrades. I was full of anger and revenge. The last time I went to the demonstration in Isfahan House, I was very angry. I didn't have a mask that day, I got into a fight with some repressive agents, they shot me with a bullet, it hit my lip and I was wounded, but I escaped from them. Unfortunately, they recognized my face. On December 12, Arvin's 40th ceremony, I went to Izeh and participated in the ceremony. I went despite the danger that I was sure was threatening me because of the goals and values that were important to me (one of the characteristics of a real hero is that his personal values and beliefs give him the courage and determination to bear the risk and even the danger in order to live up to those principles) stick to it). They chased me there and arrested me. Government agents killed me in custody and then took me to the roof of my father's house and put me in prison. Making a scene so that they say I committed suicide. The day I disappeared, no one answered my phone no matter what my family called me. They went to the police and police stations and begged to hear from me, but no one responded. Until our neighbor, who was doing some work on the roof of his house, noticed my dead body. At first, he thought I was sleeping, but when he came, he saw that I had fallen down and died, and my shoes and socks were left beside me. When my body was transferred to the morgue, they did not hand it over to my family for four days.
Forensic medicine announced the result of the autopsy as suspicious and unknown death, but later said that the cause of death was suicide!! But this contradiction of the forensic medicine and the fact that I was continuously present in the protests and was wanted and disappeared and my body was discovered on the roof of the house convinced everyone that I was killed in custody. And the question that was raised was that if I had committed suicide and the matter was not related to the security forces, why didn't my body be handed over to my family for four days??
On the day of the funeral, all our clans came. I was buried with the traditional ceremony of Izeh in Behesht Zahra, the same place where Arvin was buried.
After my death, the shock that came to my elderly parents and the fact that they were unable to establish a relationship with the human rights activist caused them to delay this government crime to claim my blood, but now all my family and relatives are determined to continue. They are on their way and want my name to be in the media.
Indeed, today is my birthday, if I were alive, I would have died before my 19th birthday. I fought for the freedom of all of us and I gave my life on this way, keep going my country and remember me on the day of freedom....