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I am Amirhossein Basasi


I was killed on the 30th of September 1401. He was fifteen years old, born on December 22, 2005. I had a son Gholam Reza and two brothers named Vahid and Saeed. I was a native of Kermanshah, I loved football and was full of enthusiasm for life. I cared a lot about my appearance. I used to work as a daily wage worker on the farm in the summer, and I also sold handicrafts in the winter while going to school. Nationwide protests started after Mehsa Amini was killed. It was on the 30th of Shahrivar 1401, I went out of the house under the pretext of buying stationery and joined the protestors on Sepehar Street where I had made an appointment with my friend. On that day, repressive officers brutally attacked people and shot them with war bullets. Suddenly, I was hit on the ground by a direct shot of one of the agents right in the middle of my chest and I died. When my family saw that I did not return home, they searched for me everywhere. They were looking for me for a whole week in hospitals and forensic medicine and even in prisons. Until finally, a video was published on social networks and it showed me on the ground covered in blood, based on that video, it turned out that I was killed and the officers could not deny this. Later, one of the personnel of Taleghani Hospital in Kermanshah informed my family that my body is in the morgue of that hospital. My family went to the hospital and the officials demanded 90 million tomans to deliver my body!! But in the end, they agreed to pay the bullet money on the condition that they would not bury me in Kermanshah and get a written commitment from my family. The funeral and burial ceremony was held on October 7, 1401 under strict security measures, and I was buried in the cemetery of Darkhor Hasan Abad village in Islamabad Gharb, sixty kilometers from my hometown. After my death, on the 11th of October, officers stormed our house and arrested my father. My father was one of the retired soldiers. Actually, my birthday was in two months, I had asked my father for a new phone, but when I saw that my father's situation was not going well, I settled for a pair of cotton. Oh, my father was once again a homeless person on the streets, looking for work... Write on my tombstone: I came here empty-handed, but when I said goodbye, I put my paws in the dust and took a handful of honor.... My countryman, I sacrificed my life for our freedom, continue my journey and don't forget me...#Mehsa_Amini#against_oblivion

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