I was killed on November 19, 2008. He was twenty-six years old, born on June 19, 1362. I was a doctor, from Tabriz and living in Tehran.
In 1373, I was accepted into the National Organization for Talented Talents and studied at Shahid Madani High School from the sub-groups of that organization. In 1380, I was admitted to Ardabil University of Medical Sciences with a rank of 1069 in the country, and after transferring to Tabriz University of Medical Sciences, I graduated from this university in 1387. I was fluent in English and French.
In 2007, I joined the army as a duty doctor of the police force. Since May 2008, I had a mission to go to the Kehrizak Detention Center weekly and examine and treat sick prisoners. During the events after the presidential election in 2008, I was sent to Soleh Kahrizak four times. Things happened in that prison that had great consequences for me in the future....
Amir Javadifar and Mohsen Rohul Amini were two political prisoners who were severely tortured and I was supposed to examine them. Mohsen was brought to me in a very bad condition after severe physical torture two days before he was killed. His physical condition was very bad and my medical facilities were limited, but I did what I could.
Zandania had infected all their wounds, as well as their eyes due to diesel fumes. I also examined Amir Javadifar, he was blinded due to the torture, I just comforted him because there was nothing I could do, I knew Amir's condition was very bad and that's why I sent him to the hospital.
It was at that time that I was threatened by the authorities of Kahrizak that if I explain the cause of the injuries inflicted on the injured people of Kahrizak, I will be stopped from living!!
Kahrizak's conditions were very painful for me and I was suffering. When "Radan" comes with his team, he wouldn't even let me take the pulse of these kids. I didn't feel safe there because "Kamijani", the head of the Kehrizak detention center at the time, and "Nizam Dost", the office bearer of Brigadier Rajabzadeh, the governor of the police force, threatened me many times that if I mentioned the names of the officials who came to Kehrizak and tortured me, I would be dealt with. /p>
After that, Amir and Mohsen died in Kehrizak due to many tortures...and after that, the Kehrizak detention center was closed. The accusations of the defendants were supposed to be heard in an open court. I was accused by the authorities that I was negligent in medical matters!! If I had prescriptions in Kahrizak that showed that I had sent patients to the hospital and even prescribed more drugs for them, because Kahrizak was a place where it took a long time for them to be taken from the police command. They did not allow me to go to Kahrizak and bring those documents and defend myself.
I had prepared and submitted an official report to the court regarding the manner of Mohsen's death, that he was killed due to physical stress, physical injuries and injuries, multiple blows to the head, being kept in bad conditions and lack of care. After confirming these cases and testifying in this regard, I was arrested by the police to announce that Mohsen died due to meningitis and not a head injury or torture.
At night, I used to rest in the psychology room of the police health building. On November 19, 2008, they killed me in the same room that night....
My body was found on the second floor of Fateb Hospital located on Moniri Javid Street... and this was while I was lying on the bed and vomit was coming out of my mouth and I was in a supine position and my right leg was folded. Was. Bruises and dead blood could be seen around my neck, but there were no signs of destruction or damage in the room. On the dining table, there was extra food, half of which was eaten, a salad, a soft drink, a food invoice from the Golden Chicken restaurant, a blood pressure monitor, and gloves.
The responsible officials from Tehran called my father in Tabriz and said that I had an accident and my leg is broken and I am unconscious. When my father came to Tehran, he was taken to the morgue and told that I died of a heart attack. Regarding the way of my death, contradictory claims were made, heart attack while sleeping, car accident, suicide and finally drug poisoning with propranolol!! Of course, a testament was found next to me!!!
I had called my parents the night before my death, I told them that I wanted to go to Tabriz to see my family. In the afternoon of the same day, I had an email conversation with my friend.
On November 26, 2008, my body was buried in my hometown of Tabriz in the presence of security forces without delay, while my family did not even have the permission to do an autopsy and the right to know the cause of my death and see the body without the presence of my friends and family...
After that, my family formally complained to the judicial system and said that I was murdered, but the judicial system was indifferent and unwilling to pursue this matter.
My father could not complete the case of my murder and had to stop, he could not find someone to tell his pain and follow up...
My countryman, I stood up to oppression and died, remember me and continue my way....