What are you talking about? Do you even know what kind of person I am? Do you speak like that to your own sister too? You know what, how do I even know that you guys are agents?” I asked. “Oh, so now you’re a virtuous Moslem?! How come this stuff wasn’t important to you when you used to go and f- for money?” he exclaimed.
Wait a second and let me put something on,” I said. “I don’t even know why you are here for me to be wanting to destroy evidence. I said: “Sir, where do you think I can go from the sixth floor? What do you think I want to do?” “You want to destroy the evidence,” he replied. I went to put a chador on when one of the agents violently pushed me.
I was in shorts and had a top on and was changing my seven-month-old daughter’s diaper my husband was also home. The next morning, around 10 AM, my brother opened the door to leave the house when suddenly eight armed agents swarmed our home. Hossein gave him the key to our house and his car key and told him: “Go put it in the storage space at my sister’s house.” Hossein came to our home that night and stayed over. One December day in 2012, Hossein’s old friend, Nader, went to my brother’s store to leave the alcoholic beverages he had bought for his sister’s wedding there until that night. Who do you think you are, asking for a warrant?” “Shut your mouth and sit down right here. He also became a street vendor for a while until he was able to save some money and open a store with one of his friends. He quit school because he wasn’t interested in studying and got into construction work with my father and my older brother. He was a meek, funny, kind, and generous boy. I was always watching over Hossein, ever since childhood, and I loved him more than my other siblings. He was still very little when we moved to Karaj. I was the second child and Hossein was the fifth. My mother was a housewife and my father a building construction worker. We were seven kids, two boys and five girls. Note: Names of some of the inviduals featured in this story have been changed in order to safeguard the identity of the victim’s family.
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