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"Where's my son", He asked "We don't know the names", We have trapped just like you in this ****** games, here there are more than 9000 remains you should yourself turn the sheets of black Shrouds for realise", The medical examiner answered "Where are you son, where are you daddy, Where are you blood in my veins? Please let me know where is your remains! How could I find you among these scattered heads, among those ****** hearts? How could I tolerate Seeing thousands of black Shrouds?" "Where are you Sepehr? Where are you daddy? Where are you daddy?"
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 4:56 AM UTC
Where are you daddy?
"Where's my son", He asked "We don't know the names", We have trapped just like you in this ****** games, here there are more than 9000 remains you should yourself turn the sheets of black Shrouds for realise", The medical examiner answered "Where are you son, where are you daddy, Where are you blood in my veins? Please let me know where is your remains! How could I find you among these scattered heads, among those ****** hearts? How could I tolerate Seeing thousands of black Shrouds?" "Where are you Sepehr? Where are you daddy? Where are you daddy?"
Sepehr Shokri was an Iranian citizen who was killed on January 8 or 9, amid the protests in Iran. At the same time, a video of his father was posted on the Vahid Online Telegram channel, searching for his son's body among the bodies at the Kahrizak forensic clinic, constantly calling his name and saying: "Sephehr! Where are you, Dad?" This phrase became a symbol of the January 1404 protests. https://javidnaman.iranintl.com/memorial/255P39jiXgM2t3lNmN3QKr
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 4:56 AM UTC
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