I was killed on November 25, 2018. I was twenty-four years old, born on July 19, 1374, and a resident of Fardis Karaj.
During the 2018 protests against the sudden increase in gasoline prices, it was on November 25 that I went to the streets to support the protest of my compatriots. That day, the repressive forces of the special unit were shooting at the people with war bullets. I was on the fifth floor of Ferdis when I was suddenly hit by a bullet in the heart area and died instantly.
After my death, the security forces forced my family to keep silent...
Writing on my grave: "Sleep, my kind son...Sleep, you killed my homeland...Sleep, you rosy sleeper....Sleep, you drowned in blood...
Only this brief information is available from me. My name is not even in the list of names published by Amnesty International.
My mother went through hard times and she missed me a lot, she wrote to me: I miss you these days...
Indeed, today is my birthday, if I were alive, I would blow out the candle of my 28th birthday, so don't leave it... remember me and remember the day of freedom... 💔