جاویدنام یحیی عباسی آبادچی؛ مامان و بابام رو صدا کنید
Death یحیی عباسی آبادچی 16 years old in Iran Isfahan نجف آباد
Written by: Noora
Yahya Abbasi Abadchi was barely sixteen years old; his face still held the softness of adolescence, yet life had long since introduced his hands to hard labor. From the age of twelve, through summers and holidays, he would work alongside his father; on school days, however, he belonged to another world, immersed in his eleventh-grade books and lessons. He was a bright student and saw a clear path ahead for his future; he wanted to become an electrical engineer. For Yahya, life was still brimming with things he had not yet had the chance to experience—the years yet to come, a path only just taking shape, and an adolescence that was gently giving way to youth. Yet the days leading up to January 8 (18 Dey) had confronted Yahya with another side of life far sooner than they should have. Even prior to the two nights of protest calls, he had joined the demonstrations. A day earlier, birdshot had struck his knee, and tear gas had left his eyes burning red. He had managed to flee the clashes and make it to a relative's house—exhausted, shaken, and pale from what he had witnessed in the streets and what his own body had endured. They begged him not to go back, pleading with him to stay and…
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