Fallen Hero Seyed Mehdi Shamshirgaran; The Day After Freedom at the Citadel
Death Seyed Mehdi Shamshirgaran 56 years old in Iran Neyshabur
Written by: Homay Chehrzad
Years have passed since that night. Iran is free now, and Arg Street in Nishapur is no longer to its people merely the name of a street where gunfire echoed on the bloody evening of January 8 (18 Dey). Now, on a corner of that very street, the names of those who fell are inscribed—those who gave their lives so that today could arrive, a day when no one is ever targeted by bullets for wanting freedom. My name is among them as well: Abolfazl (Mehdi) Shamshirgaran. I had lived fifty-six years. I had worked for years at the Seh-Gol Vegetable Oil Company, and after retirement, I found delight in life's simple pleasures: my family, the people of my homeland, and spending time beside those I loved. Yet amidst all these modest joys, I held one grand dream: to see a free Iran. Later, whenever anyone spoke of me, they spoke mostly of my kindness—of how deeply I cared for people, and how a smile never left my face. In truth, that is all a person ever leaves behind. I can still see that night. The evening of January 8 (18 Dey), Arg Street, Nishapur. The people are out in the street, and I am one among them. Suddenly, gunfire echoes through the street. I feel the pellets…
سید مهدی شمشیرگران · نیشابور
