I was killed on November 7, 1401. I was only 8 years old, I was the son of Muhammad and Maryam. I lived with my sister Nadia and my parents in Piranshahr, one of the provinces of West Azarbaijan province.
I have a short story, as short as my life....
With the start of nationwide protests after the killing of Mehsa Amini, massive gatherings and demonstrations took place in Piranshahr. There, the repressive forces shot the protesters with war bullets. On November 7, when I was returning from school, I was shot by snipers of the security forces. They shot me with war bullets. After that, I was transferred to the hospital and underwent surgery, but I did not come out of the operation and I closed my eyes....
I was buried in my hometown of Piranshahr and the third ceremony was held two days later on November 9, 1401.
After my death, the security forces pressured my family to announce that I did not survive the operation due to brain tumor and cancer, they were forced to say that my death had nothing to do with the Piranshahr protests.
I don't know what crime they killed me for?? With childhood wishes, I rested under the cold soil.... Don't forget me and remember me on the day of freedom... 💔