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According to the Shargh Media Group, after nine days of trying to find the bodies of the Mousavi family's parents, on the eighth day, part of the lifeless body of "Fatima," the family's mother, was pulled from the rubble. After nine days, the DNA test results were determined, and the sample matched one of the bodies found at the Kahrizak Forensic Medicine Center. Now, the bodies of Hadiseh, 37, the family's daughter, and Saeed Mousavi, 64, the family's father, are scheduled to be buried in a three-story grave in Plot 42 of Golzar Shohada in Tehran until the mother's DNA results are determined. Bita Mousavi, the family's aunt, says, "Maybe my brother's body was transferred to the forensic medicine last week, but since the DNA test results were not determined, we couldn't say with certainty where the body is." Haditha Mousavi, 37, Saeed Mousavi, 64 - Father of the family Fatemeh Mousavi, mother of the family Sunday at 3 pm Five family members had been watching the building and the movements of dozens of firefighters and Red Crescent rescuers from morning until evening yesterday, hoping for news of the father of the family; Saeed Mousavi, 64, who was trapped under the rubble that day with two members of his family, but there was no news of him until Sunday night. Dozens of Red Crescent rescuers and firefighters from Tehran, Shiraz, and Hamedan had been working at the site since morning yesterday to try to find the body, but they hopelessly announced the end of the work at midnight. The result of their hours of effort was finding part of the mother's body. Before her, on the same day of the accident, the body of her daughter, Haditha, 37, was found hours after the explosion, with her head pressed to her chest and her legs tucked into her stomach. Haditha's marbles The faint sunlight at 3 pm Sunday fell on the glass marbles of "Haditha"; 5, 10, 15... dozens of marbles that have slid across the sidewalk; you walk and collect them: "Hadithah loved marbles very much; she kept marbles, beads, stones, and...". Several more marbles jump out of the wooden drawer of her mother, Fatimah's clothes. They clatter across the sidewalk and reach the garden; the garden of the apartment where, on the past Sunday afternoon, June 15, she stood at full height and, brick by brick, watched the house across the street collapse and be destroyed in an instant. The last spectator was the house at No. 6, Mohebi Shariati Street. The drawer that they took out of the house, Hadithah's clothes, on the sidewalk. When the rescuers come down from their special vehicles with lifts, they usually come in a bunch. Once they bring a drawer of the dresser, once a bag full of documents. Next time, a chest of gold and jewelry, a hair dryer, clothes and shoes, a razor, school and university documents, photo albums, they bring down the memories of 7 families. The initial file of Maziar Talebzadeh, with the seal of the lion and the sun of the Ministry of Education before the revolution, emerged from the rubble unscathed, but no one knows who its owner is. The target of the rubble removal is the second-floor apartment; the unit on the right. Mr. Mousavi's house. Amid the rubble and debris of the house, many marbles and beads are found, many women's clothes, many party dresses. A coffee maker and pots that they had bought for the dowry. The dowry that Hadiseh was supposed to take to the house of fortune; a beautiful girl with a long face and a sweet smile whose pictures sit in the photo gallery of her aunt's mobile phone. Her aunt, "Bita," is pale, she is impatient for her family, she could have spent 8 days searching for her brother and his wife without leaving. She is relieved about Haditha. She is resting in the forensic medicine. Yesterday morning, with a thousand troubles, after many mediations and follow-ups, they were finally able to go to the Abbasabad police station and bring them to the building. Then, with the coordination of the same police station, special fire trucks were sent to the scene and the Red Crescent rescuers started working with their survival dogs. However, the Red Crescent rescuer says that in this situation, the dogs cannot do anything. Because these are survival dogs, not corpses. When a few days pass, they are no longer able to find bodies from under the rubble. Extracting part of the body It had not been an hour since part of Fatima's lifeless body was pulled out from under the rubble. The firefighter did not allow anyone to approach the body. After 8 days, the body had changed and was not in a good condition. Finally, from the clothes it was wearing, it was determined that it belonged to the mother of the family in the second-floor apartment of the building; "Fatima" was Haditha and Mohammad's mother. She was quickly covered and taken to the forensic medicine. The final diagnosis is with a DNA sample. "Mohammad", 31, is the only survivor of this family, but he was a decapitated chicken that was pacing back and forth. His condition was different from the one he saw in front of the Kahrizak Forensic Diagnostic Center a week earlier. His facial lines had deepened, his eyes were sunken. He was dressed in mourning clothes all over. His beard had grown longer, and sadness was deep in his dark eyes. He kept taking the fire department elevator to the second floor, making rounds, and coming down. He pulled some of his belongings out of the rubble, and he left some of his clothes, his mother, his sister, and his father, on the corner of the street. He didn't want to see them. He also took some. A black garbage bag was being passed around the family and necessary supplies were being placed in it. At around 4 p.m., the fire brigade's shift changed. A fresh group of firefighters gave way to the previous team. They had come from Shiraz. The rescuers had also left for Tehran from Hamedan. They had been in Tehran for more than 10 days. The two special streets, Ashrafi and Mohebbi, had been closed off from Shariati Street with blue sacks until last Friday. No one was allowed to travel on that side of the street. There were people inside the street, carrying documents up and down; the building targeted by the missiles was a five-story high-rise building that was accessed from Ashrafi Street. Ashrafi Street, an alley down from Mohebbi, was in the same situation. The previous day, however, the street was empty of people, filled with firefighters and Red Crescent rescue workers. Residents were walking between the yellow tapes. The scene was not strange to them. They didn't even look at the collapsed building. The building on the left, number 6, is still standing. From the pulled-back net curtains, it's clear that it still has residents who don't dare look out the windows. The building on the right is covered from top to bottom with the same blue sacks, the extent of the destruction and destruction is only visible from the raised corners of the sacks. The building next door hasn't been cleared of rubble yet. Haditha adds to the glass marbles. Mohammad throws some into a black bag. Some also fall to the ground. I bend down. I pick up 5 colored marbles. One ocean blue. Two azure marbles. One ochre and one the color of the sky. "Haditha" never thought that her marbles would one day fall into the hands of a strange woman; a woman who has come to their house to prepare a report. Mohammad looks at the marbles: "Take them all." Now I'm turning the marbles in my hand. What a strange souvenir from a familiar stranger who we may not have met on the street by mistake. The first day they didn't go well. Bita points to the front of the house: "They found my brother's wife right here. The previous teams hadn't gone at all. No one was looking for people under the rubble. Just a few people came, took files and documents from the building next door, and left. They told us that they pulled three people out. We thought they were three members of the Mousavi family. But when we went to the forensics, none of the bodies matched our DNA samples. Only Hadiseh was there." He picks up Hadiseh's flowers from the ground: "I've never felt so strong," and goes to his nephew. There is no sign of his brother for hours after the rubble was cleared: "My mom was probably sitting in front of the TV. Hadiseh was right there. My father was either in the kitchen or sleeping in the room." Photos of a martyred neighbor Insurance book of a neighbor who was preparing to leave Tehran but was martyred Many missing persons The sound of the rescue vehicles' engines does not stop for a moment, they move the rubble with their hands, clothes, and faces covered in dirt. Many wires and plastic pipes are scattered on the ground. Many cars with organization logos can be seen from the street: "The first group to be present at the scene of the incident are the law enforcement and military agencies. Then the fire department. Once the fire department has secured the area, search and debris removal teams are dispatched to the scene." This is what one of the Red Crescent rescue workers told Shargh. According to him, cases similar to what happened to the bodies of the Mousavi family have occurred in other areas, and many teams are working: "In other places that have been destroyed by explosions and attacks, there are many bodies under the rubble. Rescue teams are busy working to get them out.” The exact number of Tehran’s martyrs is not known, but three days ago, the head of public relations at the Ministry of Health announced that 400 people have been martyred since the beginning of the attacks. According to a field report from Shargh from plot 42 of the Behesht Zahra Martyrs’ Cemetery, 70 people had been buried in that plot, which is dedicated to the martyrs of the attacks, by Saturday afternoon, and the fate of hundreds of other bodies is unknown. The rescuer says that the teams are busy. The command center tells them where to send them. Nothing is left. Mr. Abolhasani, a resident of the first floor of building number 6, is at work on Sunday afternoon, June 15, when his wife called. His wife’s mother had invited them for lunch. Mr. Abolhasani went separately. His family was separated. It was a little after 3:40 in the afternoon when a neighbor called: “Mr. Abolhasani, come here, they knocked on your house.” The man initially thought the house had been broken into: “They hit all the houses.” He then thought the building had been broken into: “I knew it was a war and there were rockets. But I didn’t think they hit our house.” He had the neighbors’ numbers. He had been a tenant in this building for a year, and now there was nothing left of his house; absolutely nothing. Part of his mother’s body was pulled out of building number 6. Six bodies were pulled out. Two from the second floor, the mother and daughter of the Mousavi family. One was a woman named Qashqai, who lived on the third floor and was preparing to leave Tehran with her husband. Her husband was waiting in front of the house when the rockets hit. The woman died and the man is in the hospital with serious injuries. Ms. Talebzadeh lived on the second floor. Ms. Alavi lives on the first floor in the United States. Mr. Azizi lived in the basement unit and was out of town that day. The bodies of three women who lived alone in the building, as well as the bodies of Mousavi’s wife and daughter and Ms. Qashqai, were taken out of the building. One person remains, Saeed Mousavi. According to the resident of the first floor, one side of the building had three floors and the other side had three floors with a basement where Mr. Azizi lived. Rescue forces announced the end of the work on Sunday at midnight. Bita Mousavi says that bank cards were also found, but not my brother’s body: “My mother says I won’t even say a single prayer for them until the bodies are found.” The rubble-clearing operation lasted until midnight. Rescue forces had made three rounds of the area by that time of night. They are taking things out of every corner of the building: "Late last night, a municipal official came and said that he had been here since day one and that they had seen the body of a man with the description of my brother Saeed being pulled out. Right here near the pillar." He points to what used to be a pillar: "On the first day, no one would give us the right answer. We thought they had taken everyone to the Kahrizak forensics office. But later it turned out that only Muhaddeseh's body was there and had been identified." This morning, Mohammad went back to the police station with his uncle Hussein and from there to the Kahrizak forensics office. That's where it was determined that the results of the family's father's DNA test had come in. He has probably been waiting for his wife at the Kahrizak forensics office since last week. Now they have to wait for the results of Fatima's DNA test so that a burial permit can be issued. As Bita says, a three-story grave will probably be allocated for this family. They will bury the father and daughter until the results of the mother's identification are available, and then she will be added to the family. Mousavi's family has calmed down a bit. They are waiting for the day of the funeral.