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At dawn on June 13, 1404, Israeli warplanes bombed Tehran, and Maryam Minaei, a 29-year-old mother, was martyred under the rubble of her house. Her two-year-old son, wounded and alone, is in the hospital waiting for a mother who will never return. Maryam's name, like a deep wound, remains in the heart of Iran.
First Narrative News Agency; Ali Abdol Manafi _ When the morning of June 13, 1404 arrived, Tehran was still in a sweet sleep, unaware that its sky would soon be shaken by the roar of the Zionist regime's warplanes. Operation "Lions' Dawn", the name that the wife of Reza Pahlavi, the son of Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, the king of Iran, gave to this horrific disaster, descended like a poisonous dagger into the heart of this city.
Amid the smoky ruins and heartbreaking screams, a name echoed in the sky like a searing moan: Maryam Minaei, a mother whose dreams went into silence forever under a pile of dirt and iron.
Maryam Minaei, a 29-year-old mother with eyes that shone with love and a smile that was the warmth of a small house, lived in the beautiful alleys of Tehran. She was a mother who told her young child stories about the stars in the Iranian sky, her hands smelled of God, and her heart was a refuge for her child's childish laughter.
Maryam was neither familiar with war, nor was she a general in the IRGC, nor an Iranian nuclear scientist, she was just a mother who dreamed of a peaceful tomorrow. But on that fateful dawn, bombs fell on her house like a deadly nightmare. The walls of her life collapsed and Maryam, under the cold and merciless rubble, was silenced forever. Her two-year-old child, with a bloody body and a broken heart, breathes in a cold room in the hospital, waiting for a miracle, but her mother is no longer there to kiss her tears.
That night, not only Tehran, but Kermanshah, Tabriz, Ilam, and … were also drowned in blood and tears. In Farahzad, where its trees once whispered love songs, in Narmak, with its alleys full of childhood memories, and in Tajrish, with its colorful bazaar, the sky was set on fire.
Tasnim News Agency wrote in a trembling voice that in Tajrish, 35 women and children with deep wounds were taken to hospitals, where the cries of mothers mingled with the groans of children. In Narmak, five innocent hearts, including Maryam’s, were silenced forever under the rubble.
In Kermanshah, even Behzisti, that shelter of hope, was not spared from the fury of the bombs, leaving another mother alone in the mourning of her children. Tabriz, the city of poetry and emotion, also mourned two victims in the embrace of the earth.
This tragedy, which left a deeper wound on Iran than the days of war, not only took the life of Maryam and hundreds of innocent people, but also martyred names such as great Iranian generals such as Major General Bagheri, Major General Salami, General Hajizadeh, General Rashid and Ali Shamkhani, and scientists such as Fereydoun Abbasi.
X-net users are shouting her name with tearful words and chests full of sighs. Maryam’s image, with that sad smile, was passed around like a light in the darkness among the mournful messages: a mother whose lullaby was left unfinished, a mother who will no longer hold her child’s small hands in her arms.
With a heartbroken heart, Ayatollah Khamenei, the Leader of the Revolution, called this crime a “cruel aggression” and promised a crushing response. But the world, in a disturbing silence, is the only spectator of this mourning.
Humanitarian laws, which were supposed to be a shield for mothers and children, fell to the ground in front of Maryam’s blood and the tears of her child. Maryam became a mirror of the pain of mothers who fall victim to the enemy’s cruelty in the fire of war.
Maryam, a name that lives in the tears of Iran
Maryam Minaei was a flower that bloomed in the brutal Israeli attack on Iranian soil, but the fragrance of her memory became eternal in the neighborhoods of Tehran, in the tears of her neighbors, in the groans of her child. She was a mother who spoke to her little son of a world without war, of a sky full of stars, of a tomorrow full of hope.
Now, that child in the hospital, among the soulless machines, whispers her mother’s name with every breath, but Maryam is no longer there to hold her in her arms. Maryam’s name, like a burning wound, is engraved in the heart of Iran: a cry for justice, a groan for peace, a condolence letter for mothers who no longer sing lullabies.
The world watches in silence and Iran is in mourning. Maryam Minaei is a name that flows like a bloody tear in the history of this land. A precious name.
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