Jan 8
Mohammad (Milad) Beiranvand
At 8:20 p.m. on 19 Dey, in Khorramabad near the beginning of Shahid Ayni Street, Mohammad (Milad) was struck by two bullets—one to his side and the other to his collarbone. His lung was severely damaged, leaving him with critical injuries. During those harrowing moments, security forces reportedly attempted to take away his wounded body. But the courageous people at the scene stood together and refused to let them do so, despite the danger they themselves faced. They prevented him from being taken away. He was eventually transported to a hospital, but despite every effort by the medical staff, he did not survive. From 8:00 p.m. until 1:00 a.m., telephone lines were cut. When service returned and we called his phone, a stranger answered. At that moment, we knew something terrible had happened, but we did not know where he was. Our desperate search began, moving from one hospital to another. Finally, four or five hours after he had already passed away, we found him in a hospital morgue—alone, in the place where our search came to an end.
- Age
- 40
- City
- Khorramabad
- Date
- 2026-01-09
- All statuses
- Family report
Life story
At 8:20 p.m. on 19 Dey, in Khorramabad near the beginning of Shahid Ayni Street, Mohammad (Milad) was struck by two bullets—one to his side and the other to his collarbone. His lung was severely damaged, leaving him with critical injuries. During those harrowing moments, security forces reportedly attempted to take away his wounded body. But the courageous people at the scene stood together and refused to let them do so, despite the danger they themselves faced. They prevented him from being taken away. He was eventually transported to a hospital, but despite every effort by the medical staff, he did not survive. From 8:00 p.m. until 1:00 a.m., telephone lines were cut. When service returned and we called his phone, a stranger answered. At that moment, we knew something terrible had happened, but we did not know where he was. Our desperate search began, moving from one hospital to another. Finally, four or five hours after he had already passed away, we found him in a hospital morgue—alone, in the place where our search came to an end.
Memorial narrative
**In Memory of Mohammad (Milad) Beiranvand — A Star Extinguished in the Cold of Dey** Since that day, no Dey has ever felt like Dey again. It has become a winter forever frozen in the calendar of our lives. Shahid Ayni Street in Khorramabad is where all our nightmares meet. It was there, on 19 Dey, that our Mohammad—our beloved Milad—was struck down amid violence and gunfire, like the first blossom of spring cut short before it could bloom. How can we forget that night? The night the telephone lines went silent and the city seemed to stop breathing. People fought with everything they had to protect your wounded body, as if they knew you still carried the final heartbeat of hope within your chest. You were taken to the hospital, but death had already arrived before help could save you. Our search became an endless nightmare. From one hospital to another, from one street to the next, we searched without answers. Nearly five hours after you were gone, we found you alone in the hospital morgue. You were so cold—as though the winter of history itself had settled upon you. The last image that remained with us was no longer your familiar smile, but the loneliness of a place where you never should have been. Milad, you are one of countless stars whose blood has illuminated the sky of this land. You are gone, yet you remain alive in every street of this city, in every mother's tearful remembrance, and in every quiet grief carried in our hearts. We mourn you, but our mourning is not silent. Your name, Mohammad, endures for us as a living witness to the truth—a truth that will never be confined to a morgue, but will live forever in the hearts of those who remember. May your soul rest in eternal peace, our beloved.