Fallen Hero Peyman Lotfi; I'll be back soon
Death Peyman Lotfi 33 years old in Iran Shahsavar
Written by: Mikhak Sepid
It was the night of 9 January (19 Dey). Peyman was standing at the door again. He was wearing the same black sweater, and his hand rested on the doorknob. The light from the house hallway fell on his face, making the pellet marks from the night before more visible. His fresh wound had not yet healed; the skin around it was bruised and swollen, like a memory that refused to fade. Seeing his face, my heart trembled. I wanted to take his hand, close the door, and not let him take even one step away from the house. But I knew Peyman was like his father; when he made a decision, he wouldn't prove his point with shouting and yelling. He would grow silent, look, and then go his own way. I always stood behind him and said, "Be careful." But that night, something was stuck in my throat. I said, "Peyman, my dear, where are you off to again? Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror? If you, just one person, don't go tonight, nothing will happen, I swear to God." He looked at me. His eyes were calm, but behind that calm, something shone that I couldn't change. Not with pleading, not with tears, and not even by reminding him of the night before, when he had returned home with a wounded fa…
پیمان لطفی · نراتا · شهسوار · ۱۹دی۱۴۰۴
