I was killed on June 25, 2008. He was thirty-three years old, born in 1355. I was a resident of Isfahan. I lost my father at the age of 17, I, being the eldest son of the family, had to drop out of school and start working in my father's lathe workshop to stand behind my younger brothers and take care of the family. I used to go to work in the morning and come back at night, in fact, I was the only breadwinner in the house. I always woke up early in the morning and I was generally a quiet person. When we woke up in the morning of June 25, my mother and brother were worried, they knew that I was unhappy with the state of society and even though I had not voted and I had no hope that the others would vote, but I was worried about the people who had come to the street and I was not calm and protesting. . I told my mother that I might come back late at night because I want to go to the dentist for my toothache. That day, after work, I went to the Shiraz gate where the protesters were gathering, I was looking at the people with fear, people were chanting slogans, but suddenly people in plain clothes attacked the protesters with batons, people were looking for a way to escape, I ran with them until find a safe place We entered the dead end of Hale and reached a multi-story building that was the doctors' building. We entered from the parking lot and everyone took refuge in a room. They entered our building behind us in civilian clothes with batons in their hands, I and another person quickly climbed the stairs and reached the roof of the third floor, but they had followed us. They grabbed that person and wrapped a flag around him and took him away. They suddenly attacked me and started beating me. When I screamed, those who had taken refuge in the rooms left our building and entered the street. A few minutes later, among the crowd who were still standing below the doctors' building, a heavy object fell to the ground, blood flowed on the cement floor, that hard object was me, I was brutally thrown from the top of the building in my personal clothes after being beaten a lot. People were staring at my head, face and torn body full of blood with horror, and a slight moan came out of my throat.... They took me to Shariati Hospital, which was close to there.
On the other hand, my mother was sitting restlessly at home, she heard the news of the protests and was worried, she called my mobile but I didn't answer, as the night came, her anxiety grew more and more, but finally someone called her and informed her that I Shariati Hospital
I was hospitalized. When my family arrived on top of me, I was no longer alive and I did not notice their presence and I closed my eyes... The doctors saw my condition so dire that they said that death was much better than life for me because my spinal cord had been severed and there was no healthy place left in my body.
That night, TV confirmed the killing of several people in Tehran, but did not say anything about Isfahan, where I was killed. The people who saw the scene took pictures and videos of me and shared them online, but the officials did not accept it and announced that only one person was killed in Isfahan that day, and that was because of drinking glass, which led to the fact that he threw himself off the floor. Throw down the third one!!! My family was very upset to hear this false news and my brother Javad said: Hossein worked in Shapur's environment, but he didn't even smoke and he hated him, how can you make this accusation??
Injuries on the left hand, both legs, back, side and a deep laceration on the right hand and the testimony of the witnesses were of no use and
The security forces announced that I fell from the third floor due to my negligence!!
But not only did they accuse me, but no one accepted responsibility for this heinous murder. They didn't even pay the dowry to my family. My mother complained everywhere and was looking for my killer to be identified, but in the end no one answered.
The security forces put a lot of pressure on my family and asked all my relatives to declare that my death was an accident in order to hand over the body. Even during the funeral ceremony, several armed people were there to watch over the situation, all the stages of the burial. It was also done by one of their agents.
I was wrongfully buried under strict security measures in Rezvan Garden, Block 17, Isfahan....
I paid the price of freedom with the sacrifice of my life, remember me and continue my way....