Fallen Hero Mostafa Ghasemi
Death Mostafa Ghasemi 24 years old in Iran Mashhad Around Meraj Square
Written by: Narina
The guitar still sits in the corner of the room. The strings have gone a little slack, and a thin veil of dust has settled on its neck. When Shahin sat down and played, it was as if the world stepped back for a few minutes. The very hands that painstakingly etched tattoo designs into skin would then rest upon those strings. Most nights, he listened to Tataloo and hummed snatches of songs under his breath: "The thing is, how many oaths..." or "With a soundless voice, like a towering mountain." The name on his birth certificate was Mostafa Ghasemi, but he always said, "Call me Shahin." He was twenty-four years old when a bullet struck him in the head. A high school graduate born and raised in Mashhad, he worked as a tattoo artist, and music was a vital part of his life. He was a vibrant, cheerful young man; whenever his friends grew despondent over the state of Iran and the blood that had been spilled, he would shake his head and tell them, "Everything’s gonna work out. It’s only a matter of time..." His life was far from easy, with the burden of supporting the household largely falling on his shoulders. He was the breadwinner, yet sorrow never found a home on his face. He kept movin…
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