Source
Captured Post Date:
2026-03-12 13:15
Translated Author:
Documentary Network - IRIB TV
Author:
شبکه مستند سیمای جمهوری اسلامی
Translated Content:
Short documentary film Goodbye Mom
Includes Video:
Yes
Translated Video Transcript:
The film begins with CCTV footage and recorded scenes of conversations with the teachers and school staff in the courtyard of the school itself. What follows is what staff say to the camera:]
On the day it happened, the staff were sitting inside the office, and a number of the children were out in the courtyard during recess. Because the incident had already occurred that day, some parents had become worried and came to take their children home. Around 150 students were in the courtyard. I was standing here by the window, talking with my colleagues. It was around 11 a.m.
I was standing exactly where I am standing now. It was recess, and the children were playing in the yard. Some parents, having heard the news, were arriving one by one to pick up their children. At the moment the incident happened, I was standing right here with the students. Several parents who were present were beside me, and we were helping guide them and handing the children over so they could take them home.
We were talking with our colleagues about what we should do if an incident occurred—how we should respond in an emergency. At that moment, we were sending the children back to their classrooms. One of our colleagues was in this part of the yard, playing with the students to help reduce their anxiety and stress.
The children were heading toward their classrooms when, all of a sudden, an incredibly loud explosion was heard. Instantly, all of these windows overlooking the courtyard—the ones that have since been replaced—shattered. The glass flew toward our heads and faces like shrapnel. The force was so strong that it physically pushed me from where I was standing.
My colleagues suddenly screamed and ran outside. To be honest, I was dazed and disoriented for a moment. I did not understand what had happened. I ran toward the school entrance and helped direct the children inside. I saw that all the glass here had fallen. There was the sound of the explosion itself, and then there were the screams of the children.
The children had no idea what to do, where to go, or where to run. Some ran in one direction, others in another. I came out into the corridor and over to this side. The Qur’an teacher and several others were standing in the courtyard with the students. We saw that the door had been closed. This door had been open; we opened it, and the children came inside.
We brought everyone to what we considered a shelter area—a place where we thought they would be safer if another rocket struck. We genuinely believed that another impact could happen at any moment. We tried to calm the children and kept them here because we thought another explosion or another attack might follow.
We had the children lie down here, side by side, on the ground floor so they could calm down. Many of them were crying out, screaming, and shouting. They were frightened—extremely frightened.
After we had managed to calm the children here, we came over to this area. At first, I thought one of the students was lying there simply because of fear and shock. We went over to check on him. We opened the door, and some of the children went out. At that moment, the colleague who had been in the courtyard suddenly seemed unable to speak. He pointed with his hand toward a section of the yard.
After bringing the children here and trying to calm them down, parents began arriving from all directions. Suddenly, we saw crowds of them searching for their children. Everyone was deeply worried.
I turned around and noticed that one of the students was lying over there. Mr. Fanda and I were standing here. We said we should go and bring him back. Mr. ??? went over to him first. I thought perhaps I could help as well. I hoped that nothing serious had happened and that the student had simply collapsed from shock.
I went over to him. It was here that we realized what had happened. This metal pole had been hurled by the force of the explosion and struck our student.
Mr. Bakhtiar Roshan also went over, and that was where everything ended for him. The student had already been killed there. A telecommunications utility pole that stood on top of the hill had been thrown down by the force of the explosion and had fallen onto him.
I saw that, tragically, the thing that should never have happened had happened. It was a very bitter day. A very difficult day.
Everyone was in shock and deeply worried. After the incident, there were still a number of students inside the school. We tried to calm them down and then arranged for them to be sent home. We contacted all of the families and sent the children home. We also called the emergency services and the fire department, and they all came here.
The paramedics examined him and confirmed that the child had indeed been killed.
His brother is also a student at this school. His brother is in our fourth grade. Mahyar himself was one of our fifth-grade students.
His brother was always looking for him so they could go home together. They would come and go together every day. We told him that Mahyar had already left.
Then his parents arrived. His mother, poor woman, came into the school looking for her son. At that moment, the first thing I told her was that we had already sent him home—that Mahyar had left.
His uncle came forward and sat beside him. But it was already over; he had been killed. No matter how much they cried, wailed, shouted, and pleaded, he was gone.
After that, his mother came. This time I had to tell her. Then his father came. I could not tell his father, because they had already taken the child away. I just couldn’t. I told his father: “Go home.”
I was only trying to hold myself together, trying not to cry. I told him: “Go home.”
The film then turns to the family, their mourning, and their immense grief.
Mahyar’s brother is also a fourth-grade student at the same school.
The film shows him and the father in the car, and then entering the house.
Mahyar’s brother talks in the lift addressing his father, who is still crying:
“It is as if they have taken everything from me, Dad.
He was my life.
He was everything to me.
He always only made me laugh.
He would come and play with me.
Who is going to play with me now?”
He then enters a room with another family member, probably the uncle.
Then he enters another room filled with many members of the family: Mahyar’s mother, his grandmothers, probably his uncle, and also one of his schoolteachers, Ms. Masjedi, who is also the family’s neighbour.
Everyone speaks about Mahyar and his goodness.
Everyone cries.
In the end, his mother says that on the night before he was killed, he had stayed awake until two in the morning to memorise Ayat al-Kursi, and in the morning he had reviewed it again. Then he got into the elevator and shouted loudly: “Goodbye, Mom!”
This is where the title of the film comes from.
[Note: Memorising Ayat al-Kursi is a common practice in more traditional, lower-class families and in small towns. Ayat al-Kursi is a prayer that protects you “from evil and misfortune.” This is why his mother says, with such regret, that her son had memorised Ayat al-Kursi the very night before, and had recited it again in the morning.]
Content:
فیلم مستند کوتاه خداحافظ مامان
Additional Details
Captured Date
2026-06-16T13:49:45.000Z
Language
Persian
Incident