I was killed on November 26, 2018. He was twenty years old, born on July 14, 1378. I was born in Suleiman Mosque and a resident of Yazdanshahr, Najafabad, Isfahan. My military service had just ended and I was looking for a job. I was polite and calm, I had just fallen in love.
The protests against the presidential elections in November 2018 were ongoing. On the night of November 26 in Najaf, Abad, Isfahan, I went out of the house to buy my father's medicine. I went to the pharmacy with my friend #Mohammed_Pour_Pir_Ali, who was my close friend and companion. On our way, we encountered a gathering of protesting people. The sound of gunfire is heard, repressive officers were shooting at people with weapons. Suddenly, a bullet hit my friend and he fell to the ground, I rushed to help my friend, but they shot me and hit my back. When I tried to run away, a bullet was shot in my head and I fell to the ground and died instantly...
People took my body to the hospital. When my family saw that I did not return home, they searched everywhere and when they found out about my death and found my body, the security officers did not hand over the body to them under the pretext that they should investigate my death. They told my family that they have to wait until the results of the investigation and they will hand over the body only on one condition that my father promises that he has no complaint against anyone and has no objection to my death!!!
My family, who are under a lot of mental pressure, have to make a commitment and tell a security officer to go, we will bring the body to you soon.
9 days have passed since I was killed. My family had performed the third and seventh ceremonies in Pedrim city, Suleiman Mosque, when on December 4th at 11:00 p.m., some security agents brought my body to the door of the house and said: less than ten first-class relatives should come and bury the body in complete silence. !! Several members of my family went and buried me in complete silence in my hometown...
A few days after the burial, a big ceremony was held for me. My parents said that they have no complaint against anyone and just leave my killer to God....
Today is my birthday, if I were alive, I would have died before my 24th birthday, but the criminals of the government did not allow me... They buried me at the height of my youth with thousands of dreams while I just wanted to taste love....
My name is Arman and my luck is Namrad
Namradi like I was born from my mother
Destiny wrote my name, mourning
He wrote my days with sadness
Time did not help me
My luck did not have an eye on awakening
The happiness of the world did not come to me
Iqbal was not my doctor either💔