I was killed. I was 16 years old, born in 1985 in Shiraz. I was one of the best players in Free Fire, a highly popular action game in Iran. As a teenager, I participated continuously in protest rallies during the nationwide protests of 1401 (Iranian calendar). On Thursday, the 3rd of Azar, 1401, like the days before, I went to the protests. Suddenly, security forces and plainclothes officers attacked me, and due to multiple blows to my body, I was killed. The intensity of the strikes was so severe that even my family had difficulty identifying me. One side of my head had been struck, and half of my face was severely bruised.
After taking a large sum of money, my body was handed over to my family, and they were put under immense pressure not to reveal information about me. They were told to announce my death as a result of a car accident. As a result, my family was not even allowed to hold a funeral for me. Consequently, they had to transfer my body to Bandar Kangan in Bushehr City, where I was buried. The third and seventh-day mourning ceremonies were held simultaneously.
I was a 16-year-old girl, still considered a child, and with all my dreams, I was ruthlessly embraced by the earth 💔