Fallen Hero Salar Mehri; if I die, don't let my name be forgotten
Death Salar Mehri 29 years old in Iran Tehran Nasim Shahr
Written by: Javid
"I swear to God, it’s not all about money that you have to bleed people dry. Show a little decency and heart. Let’s look out for one another, have some mercy, and go easy on each other’s pockets." These were the words of Salar Mehri, a young man who spent his days immersed in the smell of paint and thinner, the whir of buffers, and the cold metal of car bodies. Most people knew him as "Salar Japoni." He was an automotive painter with a name and a steady stream of clients, yet he never wanted what he had mastered to remain merely his own private capital. He took on apprentices and ran specialized courses in dent repair, painting, scratch touch-up, polishing, ceramic coating, and vehicle paint inspection. And often, without expecting anything in return, he taught others free of charge the very skills he had spent years toiling to master. Salar was originally from Yazd and lived in Nasimshahr, Tehran. He was 29 years old, yet from the writings he left behind, it is clear how deeply he cared about living right and his responsibility toward others. In one place, with rare candor, he wrote: "I have some bad habits; I don't respect myself, my body, or my soul. God, I'm ashamed. I'll try t…
سالار مهری · تهران · نسیمشهر
