I was killed on the 30th of September 1401. He was twenty-one years old, born on December 9, 1380. I was born in the city of Gothenburg, Sweden, and I lived in Schnoye. I was the only son in the family and I had a younger sister named Melina who lived in Norway. My father was a Kurdish writer and translator. I had come to Iran for several years and lived with my grandparents, in fact they raised me. After I got my diploma, I started working in my grandfather's business. I loved reading books and I used to finish two books a week.
On the second day of the protests against the killing of Mehsa Amini, I went to the street on 30th of Shahrivar. We joined the protesting crowd with Ayub, he came with me to watch over me. A large number of people had participated in the demonstration, and this caused a feeling of extreme danger in the security and repressive forces, they were shooting people with war bullets. A shot was fired, one bullet hit my right shoulder from behind and exited my chest, and two more bullets hit my leg in the thigh. Two other people named Sadruddin Litan and Amin Marafet were shot and martyred on the spot. I was still alive, but I was in a serious condition, and people took me to the only hospital in Ashnoye called Bani Akram. After a few hours in the hospital, I died due to many injuries...
Grandmother and the public found out about my shooting and came to the hospital. The security forces who were there disrespected and insulted my grandmother a lot and did not allow her to see my body, the public also tried to take the body from them, but they beat her and arrested her.
Finally, at 4 am on 31 Shahrivar, they handed over my body to my grandmother and grandfather and told them that you only have one hour to perform the funeral ceremony!! Threatening them and saying that no one should participate in the ceremony and the closing ceremony should be in the same way. I was finally buried on the 31st of Shahrivar 1401 in the "Faqih Shaal" cemetery of "Sangan" village, Ashnoye district.
My grandmother and grandfather were very sad when I left, they lost their grandson and being alone, they couldn't get any information about the general situation and they didn't know where he was. The day my father had to tell my sister that I was killed while he was away, it was a very difficult day for him, but he finally told her...
I have always had a spirit of freedom and I wished to not be here and to be able to live happily together. Remember me on the day of freedom 💔