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The Etemad newspaper wrote: Najmeh was the mother of a 9-month-old fetus, waiting for a new life. She did not hold her baby in her arms and died. Now, instead of joy after the birth of her child in the hospital, her own body, with the child who was never born, her husband and a family of four with them, were escorted from the forensic medicine to the Golestan of the Martyrs of Isfahan, and life ended.
Marjan Zahrani-Najmeh was the mother of a 9-month-old fetus, waiting for a new life. She did not hold her baby in her arms and died. Now, instead of joy after the birth of her child in the hospital, her own body, with the child who was never born, her husband and a family of four with them, were escorted from the forensic medicine to the Golestan of the Martyrs of Isfahan, and life ended.
According to Etemad, this is war. The real face of war is death. Death even before birth. The death of life, the death of ordinary people who, because they have no shelter, take refuge somewhere but are still not safe. Najmeh and Muslim lived in Habibabad, Isfahan. The sound of war in this area had made them sick. The proximity of military areas and the airport frightened Najmeh, who was 9 months pregnant with her child. This caused them to pack their belongings and go to Chadegan (an area near Isfahan) to avoid the danger and noise of missiles and defense. They set off on Sunday morning, and on Tuesday night, on their way back home, during a missile attack, Najmeh and Mohsen were martyred along with their daughter. Najmeh lived only 29 years.
Mahlin; Like the Moon
If Najmeh had not been killed in the war, she would have been hugging her daughter Mahlin in mid-July. But the war did not spare her. In 2 weeks, Najmeh, who was called Zahra, would have given birth. Her mother says that she could not pronounce her granddaughter's name correctly. That is why Mahlin's name was not born, and was written incorrectly on their death certificate. Zahra told her mother that when she was born, she would call her name so much that she would learn. But the war did not give Najmeh time to hold her daughter in her arms, nor did it give her mother time to call her granddaughter until she finally learned her name. Mahlin lived less than 36 weeks. Najmeh Karimi had a sewing diploma and was a housewife, while Muslim Taati was a municipal worker. They had been married for about 10 years. The simple life of a worker that Mahlin was supposed to make more beautiful. Out of excitement for Mahlin’s birth and fear of war, he took his family’s hand and set off for the outskirts of Isfahan so that his pregnant wife and their child would be less in danger. On Tuesday afternoon, on the way back to Isfahan, following a missile attack, they were killed along with Najmeh and Mahlin. Mohsen never had the chance to call his daughter, Mahlin, in her thirties.
A Friendly Death
Najmeh and Muslim had other companions. The Sharifi family; neighbors and family friends became their traveling companions. The Sharifi family, with their two teenage children, Fatemeh and Mojtaba, along with Najmeh and Muslim, were martyred at 4 pm on Tuesday, and the lives of 7 dear ones were taken at the peak of their youth. Najmeh was supposed to go home after giving birth to take care of her and her newborn. Najmeh’s bed was in the corner of the house, and the Sharifi family was ready and willing for Najmeh to go from the hospital to her friends’ house instead of her sick mother’s house. The war gave no respite to anyone.
Zahra was not just my daughter
Zahra was the youngest daughter of the family. A girl who took care of her elderly and sick parents, a mother and father who had seen their son’s scars 15 years ago; a scar that, when Najmeh’s mother mentions, seems not to have cooled yet, which is why the morning after their deaths, when they visit Najmeh’s mother’s house from the municipality, they do not tell their mother the news of their martyrdom. Najmeh’s siblings are the first to find out, and then her parents. In the middle of the night, the mother tells her young daughter that Najma was not just her daughter, she was her nurse. A kind nurse to her sick parents. Najma's sister will also find out the next morning. Narges says: "Zahra was a listener to everyone. Anyone who was in pain would go to Zahra. For us who lost our brother, losing my sister is a huge pain that we still don't understand."
We don't know exactly what happened to them
The bodies of all of them were buried after Friday prayers. Narges, Najma's sister, says they don't know exactly what happened. They learned about the incident the next morning through people who introduced themselves as people from the municipality, where Muslim worked. Muslim's family also learned about their deaths the night they were killed. Najma's brother has taken the bodies from the forensic medicine department, and nothing remains of the car that had seven young passengers. The family doesn't know much about the details of what happened to their loved ones. They do not know exactly how and why they lost their loved ones. A question that no one has answered - at least as of the time of writing this interview. They held the funeral with the help of some organizations, and the life path of Najmeh and Muslim, who had not yet understood anything about youth, has ended in the Martyrs' Cemetery of Isfahan.