I was killed on October 8, 1401. I was only 14 years old and I was a resident of Zahedan. The story of my life and death is very short because there is little information about me. It was Friday, October 8, 1401, the day that was called Bloody Friday. That day, we went to Makkah Mosque with my family. After the prayer, people gathered in front of the police station to protest against the rape of a 15-year-old Baloch girl by the Chabahar police commander and to support the nationwide protests after the killing of Mehsa Amini, but the repressive forces opened fire on the people and killed their heads and hearts. Aiming to kill. Dozens of people were killed. A series of special unit snipers and uniforms were stationed in the police station and on the rooftops. A military helicopter was also shooting at people from above, it was a war scene there....suddenly a bullet was shot at me and I died on the spot....
My lifeless and bloody body was on the ground and people were looking at me in disbelief. I was buried oppressed in my hometown....
For what sin was I killed? What danger and threat was I to them? Compatriots, remember me and the other people killed on the Bloody Friday of Zahedan....