I was killed on June 30, 2008. I was forty-nine years old, born on 24 September 1339, a resident of Tehran, and a native of Babylon. I had two sons named Kaveh and Kosha. Kaveh was a student at Sharif University, and Kosha was studying at Mofid School near Sharif's dormitory, that's why we took our blood near Azadi Street. Our house was in Sina Alley, Khosh North Street, which was a few meters away from Azadi Street and was right behind a judicial complex. At the entrance of the alley, there was a building belonging to the police force, which they said used that day to organize Basij snipers and was a center for gathering and guiding them.
On that day, June 30, 2008, people who said their votes were lost in the 10th round of elections came to the streets. It was about a quarter to seven when we heard an explosion in the alley. Kaveh and I worriedly went downstairs to see what was going on. Neighbors also came, it was almost dark, but we saw some people with colts coming towards us from the end of the alley. There was a multi-story complex next to our house, the head of the complex raised his hand to the soldiers who had guns in their hands and pointed to the gas pipe and said: "Don't shoot here, it will explode", but at that moment they hit the man in the leg with a bullet and then Kaveh and I who were standing next to that man were shot. Take me to my heart and Kaveh to his stomach, and all this is Kosha
He was looking through the window. Even though our blood was near the clinic, they did not take any action and took our people to Behgar Clinic and then to Shahriar Hospital. We were still alive. After that, Kosha called his father, he couldn't talk at all, my wife Hassan, had walked and made it home anyway, and he saw that Kosha was very scared and crying, and Kaveh and I were not there. Neighbors told him that Kaveh and I were shot, and he came to the hospital in a hurry. He was hit with a baton several times along the way, but he was so worried that he didn't care. His eyes fell on the watch he had bought for my birthday last year, he saw me on the hospital bed covered in blood, I had passed away because the doctor did not reach me on time. Kaveh was also covered in blood but still alive. It was around ten o'clock when Dr. Dehkhoda arrived at the hospital, he came with difficulty and voluntarily. That night, Jon saved six people, one of whom was Kaveh. He underwent surgery, the device was attached to his intestines for two months, and then he underwent surgery again. 25 cm of the intestine was split, the appendix was also removed...
After my death, Hassan went to pick up my body because he was afraid that the body would not be handed over to him. And then he promised that he will not complain to anyone and will not hold a ceremony. After that, they took my body to Zahra Paradise and washed it, and handed it over. Hassan took my body to Babylon, which was my hometown, and I was buried at night in solitude and loneliness. He didn't tell anyone because he was afraid that there would be a problem, then he told my mother that your daughter's grave is here!! Hassan had to keep silent for Kaveh and Kosha, for our sons who had worked hard for a better future. Kosha, who had seen the scene, was mentally disturbed and nervous and was under the supervision of a psychiatrist. Then Hassan couldn't bear it and filed a complaint against the assailant, the case was in the Military Prosecutor's Office, but the last answer they gave him was that you said in your complaint that an unknown soldier shot, and since you don't know his name, he is unknown and take ransom from the Treasury!!! Hassan Dieh didn't want to be the plaintiff for my blood and Kaveh's injury, he protested again but still got nowhere.
I left, but Hassan and my son suffered a lot.
Kusha wrote this poem for me: "They scattered her petals, and she bloomed beautifully, but these eyes didn't witness it. They took away her flower, but her seed remains in our hearts...
They took away her body, but her roots are within us... 💔