جاویدنام عذرا مهدی نژاد؛ کوچهای میان خانه و خاک
Death Ozra Mehdi Nejad 57 years old in Iran Khuzestan اندیمشک
Written by: Roshana
That night, Shohada Dead End led nowhere; an alley that had always led home was now lost in darkness and lamentation. Cries for freedom broke apart amid smoke, tear gas, and the crackle of gunfire. People took refuge against walls and doorways, searching for an escape; but bullets rained in from every direction. That night, Shohada Dead End was no longer a path to safe arrival; it had become a trap, suspending the protesters in the limbo between life and death. As the shooting intensified, protesters fled into the alley, just steps from houses behind whose walls life still went on, oblivious to what was unfolding in the street. Ozra Mehdinezhad was standing there among her neighbors, right outside the home where she had lived for years. The barrage of gunfire eventually reached the cul-de-sac, and one of the bullets struck Ozra in the head. A 57-year-old woman who, leaning against her house—her shelter and sanctuary—had been dreaming of brighter days. No one knows what wish Ozra was holding in her heart when it stopped beating, somewhere between the days gone by and the days yet to come. Her life ended right there, on the blurred threshold between street and home, between a night t…
عذرا مهدینژاد · اندیمشک · مادر
