poem : for Minab

I went to school.

My potential burst on impact.

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If I could, I would run to my mother

but she cries toward Behesht (بهشت)

to return me to zendegi-ye donyā (زندگیِ دنیا).

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I was only a child.

My body became part of the building,

and I left behind a war

where my beating heart once lived

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Remember me in a playful way

not in violence

Remember me in the arms of my father

not in rubble

but in the way he held my hand in the morning on my way to school

I am forever my parents’ daughter.

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The attack occurred February 28, 2026, the first day of the war.

It happened during school hours, with students in class.

Most victims were girls aged 7–12

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Dedication

This poem is dedicated to the students, teachers and principal of Shajareh Tayyebeh Elementary School in Minab, Hormozgan Province, Iran.

To the girls who walked through its doors carrying books, laughter, and the imagination of childhood.

May their lives be remembered not in the language of war, but in the language of unity, in the voices of innocence, and in the futures children deserve to grow into.