Jawad Pusheh

جواد پوشه

I'm #JavadPousheh. Islamic Republic murdered me on Sep 30, 2022 when I was only 13. I was born on Jun 28, 2009. My dad's name was Ahmad. I was born in Shirabad, Zahedan & lived there. My story is short; as short as my life.

It was Friday, Sep 30th. That day was later named "Bloody Friday." Like every Friday, I went to the Maki mosque with my family to pray. People started protesting after prayers against the rape of a 15 year old girl by the head of Chabahar security forces. People were also protesting to support national protests after #MahsaAmini's murder. Protesters gathered around the Police Station #14 in #Zahedan. Security forces, including IRGC, Basij & Special Units shot directly at protesters' heads and hearts with the intent to kill. Dozens of people got murdered. Snipers with Special Units & plain clothes forces were stationed in police stations & on rooftops. Military helicopters were also shooting at people from they sky. It was a war zone. All of a sudden, a bullet hit the back of my head, split up my face & exited from my right cheek. I died right there. A sniper had targeted my head from far away. My dead & bloodied body was on the ground & people were looking at me in disbelief. What sin had I committed? What danger was I to regime that made them shoot me in the back of my head? I was unjustly buried where I was born. A kind lady, named Atosa, gifted a mulberry seedling to Sabz village in my name on Feb 15, 2023. I sprouted from this seedling. A sprout called liberty.

My compatriots, today, June 28th 2023 is my birthday. If I were alive, I would have blown out a candle for my 14th birthday. But this brutal regime didn't let that happen. At the start of my teenage years, with thousands of dreams & hopes, I am sleeping under the dirt.

On the day of Iran's freedom, remember all the oppressed Iranian Balouchs including me.

Biography written by Bahareh