By Khliq Ebrahimi
Translated by M. Rezaie
We remember the memories of the Victims of Saydulshahda High School students!
It was warm on Monday afternoon, and our classroom was warmer than usual days. We had chemistry as our last lesson on that day. When the teacher came in there was chalk, there were girls, but no books. They suggested the teacher not be strict that day. They instead told stories, had some sweets, and reviewed their good memories. They expected to have their textbooks next week from the Ministry of education. One of the students named Gulbakht raised her hand asking for a question. What is love? Everyone including the male teacher laughed in the class. Their laughers made warmer the class. The teacher replied: Love is an elemenprincipalprinciple came on Monday to check the attendance sheet. Gulshah, Gulbakht, Gulafruz, Gulmrsa, Gulchaman and, called the names of other guls (flowers). But heard no vice! The flowers were on the tables instead of their benches; silent and sad. The school headmaster came to the class and told the teacher, “we have no grade 11 in our school!”, their class has been moved to the top of a heel called the hell of enlightenment.” The flowers … and the element of love are banished. Now there was a classroom, chalk and board, and book; but not the girls. The classroom was transferred to the graveyard. As a result, #Wolosmeshr (the president) announced Tuesday and #national-mourning-day.
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