masculine basti regime tells innocent people.y fatima was afraid that some parts of burujet had been bombed, she was afraid , father, may god have mercy on us, and she said, "we who have tents, let's go outside the city and pitch tents. we pitched the tents, and fatima, her son, who still hasn't forgotten those inflammatory days, my 17-year-old aunt's son, my father, my mother. my brother, none of them, none of them, i was sent to iraq, and after iraq, i was sent to isfahan, and after isfahan, tehran, and later we found out that my father. our children were martyred, our mother was martyred, my niece was martyred. 36 years have passed since that bitter day, but the pains of this resistant lady have no end. we want to move ourselves. we want to sit from the wheelchair. head of the car seat. there is so much pressure that now both my shoulders and my neck are all swollen. although he endured many hardships. but he still smiles and says about his dreams: my only dream it is that i have a meeting with the leader as soon as possible ,