The narration of Shahram Gilabadi, the former director of Radio Javan, about the rude treatment of private clothes

Today I went in front of the university to buy books. There were special forces everywhere and girls who were passing by without a hijab, I said to myself, "It's good that it's tolerated." Excuse me, he said: "Unconsciousness"! I said again: "I'm sorry", he said: "It's not like you don't understand, go here and Vinisa".

I did not want to create tension. At this time, he put his hand on my waist and said: "Go for the dishonorable card." When I returned, six people in private clothes with masks took me around and tied me to the shutter in the shop.

One of them said: "What a stupid thing to do?" I said: "University teacher". He tried to steal my mobile phone; The special police unit was standing next to them. I said to these seven young men: "Allow me to tell this captain that I have a complaint against you."

He said: "You don't eat shit"! Again, thinking about the calmness of the environment, I said, "Okay." The bookseller of Anjuman Hikmat, from whom I sometimes buy, said, "Master...".

One of these young men came to me and said: "Mother..."! My mother's face
The pious saint, whose child's body has not returned from the front after forty years, came before my eyes with an acute illness.

I called 110, the masked young man and his friends were constantly beating me on the shutter of the shop and did not stop cursing me.

The young man said, "Call me to see what you want to eat." I said, "Finally, the country has laws." He said, "We have laws, mother...". All the blood in my body was pooled in my face, I wanted to act like him. He wanted to take my phone and my wallet by force.

One of them, who was hiding behind a mask and was tall, said: "We will stick a stick in your sleeve for insulting the Kurdish leadership...", I was laughing and crying. The person who hit my leg with a motorcycle tried to explain that it was nothing but a simple accident, apparently, he was heartbroken for me.

I said, "You are all my child's age, my mother is the mother of a martyr." But his friends didn't believe him and said: "Teacher without parents", I got bored and said: "Gentlemen, I have been fourteen years old, maybe I have gone to the front even less and we are part of the front." The young man who was standing in front of me put his hand on my face. He put it down and covered my face with his dirty paws.

He said: "You ate shit, you got your salary", my heart was really squeezed; I broke The police were just observers. Someone said: "You have thirty seconds to find your grave." I didn't know if I should go, stop, or what should I do.

One of the policemen gave me a blue bottle and said in my ear, I apologize, there is nothing we can do. I took a few steps away when someone behind me said greedily: "Mother...teacher."

I failed

Shahram Gilabadi