The Brother of Fatemeh Siyeh-Poush, a Martyr of the Zionist Regime’s Attack on Evin Prison, Speaks: “My Sister Was Just an Ordinary Employee – Unarmed and Without Rank. She Was Martyred by a Regime That Claims It Does Not Target Civilians!”
At the end of a quiet alley in Khomein, I arrived at a house where a crimson banner fluttered at the entrance, bearing a notice that read: “This is the home of lovers who have twice sent their dearest to the heavens.”
Inside, portraits of the Ahl al-Bayt (AS) adorned the walls, but what shattered my heart was a framed photo of a teenager martyred years ago in defense of the homeland—and now, his sister had joined him. Fatemeh, a 40-year-old martyr, left behind a son but also an eternal legacy: the love of martyrdom.
A Mother Who Stood Like Zaynab (AS)
The martyr’s mother, her eyes brimming with tears yet her posture unbroken, turned to me. Her voice trembled, but her words cut like blades:
“Fatemeh served for 22 years… 10 of them in Evin… The last time I heard her voice was half an hour before her martyrdom…”
She hid her tears, but pride radiated from her gaze:
“I have offered two children to Islam… But my pain is nothing compared to the calamities of Lady Zaynab (AS)!”
Then she spoke of Fatemeh—a woman always at the forefront of charity, who even in her will remembered the needy… And of her son, who at fourteen chose the battlefield over school, leaving without his parents’ knowledge…
A Farewell That Never Ended
The last time I saw Fatemeh’s radiant face was five days before her martyrdom… She was visiting us in Khomein when I left for Tehran. Every day, her warm voice over the phone soothed my heart—but that day, half an hour before the attack, I heard her final “Salaam.” Unaware that this greeting was an eternal farewell…
At noon on the day of the attack, her sister spoke to her. Fatemeh said:
“There was a strange commotion in her room… as if angels had descended to take her away… That was the last echo of her voice in our home.”
When we heard the news of the missile strike on Evin, our hearts sank… We called her number again and again—no answer. Hours later, we rushed to Tehran, her son beside us. We spent the entire night near Evin under a cold sky, praying for news… but as time passed, the silence grew heavier.
At dawn, when I knew for certain my daughter had ascended to heaven, my entire being trembled… The grief of losing two children crushed my heart… But suddenly, I remembered Lady Zaynab (AS)… What is my sorrow compared to hers? I wiped my tears and gave thanks… “O God, You have granted my Fatemeh the drink of martyrdom!”
Fatemeh: An Angel in Human Form
She was always the first to help the needy. Even in her last visit, she asked us to care for an elderly man she had been supporting… As if she knew it was her final will.
And my martyred son—when he left for the battlefield, he did not wear his combat uniform, fearing it would break our hearts. He even hid from his father, afraid that if he begged him to stay, he wouldn’t be able to say “no.”
A Prayer Mat Still Warm
The mother of the martyr, her eyes both weeping and shining, declared:
“I have given two martyrs… But before mothers who have sacrificed five, twelve, or even more loved ones, I bow my head.”
Her daughter Fatemeh loved the Wilayah (Guardianship of the Islamic Leadership). Every day, after prayers, she would pray for the Leader on the prayer mat that now remains as her relic. That mat is still spread out… as if Fatemeh’s fingers still move along her tasbih… as if her whispered prayers still resonate through the house.
The Message Written in the Blood of Martyrs
Hajj Khanum, her voice rising from the depths of a nation’s heart, declared:
“Let the Zionist regime know—we do not fear martyrdom! We do not dread death! Every drop of blood spilled is an eternal stain on Israel and America!”
She continued:
“We, the families of martyrs, expect nothing from the government—but the government must know that the people of Iran are the noblest and most resilient in the world. Care for the poor… Tend to the deprived, for these are the same people who send their children to the jaws of death with a smile!”
A Blessed End: Our Only Wish
At the end, her eyes fixed on the heavens, she whispered:
“O God, I thank You—my children’s lives were spent in the path of the Quran, prayer, and helping the needy. What end could be better than this?”
The mother of martyr Fatemeh, her voice unshaken, locked eyes with me and said:
“This attack was not just against the system—it was against all of Iran! These martyrdoms did not divide us; they bound us tighter, like links in a chain! Let the world know: When Iran is at stake, we—from every ethnicity and belief—will unite under the banner of Islam! The blood of our martyrs is the thread of unity for the Iranian nation, and every drop is a seal on the eternity of this path—until the day we avenge our last martyr!”
The Brother’s Tears: A Silence Full of Screams
Pain surged in his eyes, yet he stood firm like a cypress tree. A tear rolled down his cheek, but like his mother, he was an ocean of patience. Only one word could soothe this pain: martyrdom.
The Lie of the Zionists
“My sister was just an ordinary employee—she had no weapon, no rank… Yet she was martyred by a regime that claims it does not target civilians! Fatemeh’s blood is their eternal disgrace!”
The Legacy That Guides
Her brother continued:
“Fatemeh left behind a notebook—names of all the needy she helped monthly. And her prayer mat, still waiting for her midnight devotions… Just as her modest scarf still carries the fragrance of faith…”
A Crime That Mocked Humanity
His voice shook with fury:
“If these Zionist savages had even a shred of humanity, they would spare defenseless women, innocent children, even pregnant mothers! But they show no mercy—not even to a fetus in its mother’s womb. This is the true face of Zionism!”
The Lesson of History: Compromise Emboldens the Enemy
With the resolve of a warrior who has studied history well, he warned:
“Every time we gave these bloodthirsty beasts a chance, they multiplied their crimes! They burned Gaza, destroyed Lebanon, drowned Syria in blood—and now, Iran? Never!”
The Generation of Martyrs: Heirs to Their Path
Fatemeh’s brother declared:
“My sister’s son carries the same thirst for justice in his veins as we do. If the call comes tomorrow, my family and I will be the first to…” He paused, gazing at the sky, then finished: “…the first to rush toward martyrdom!”
Martyr Fatemeh: A Symbol of National Unity
“My sister was just an ordinary employee—unarmed, without rank. Yet this oppressed woman exposed the great lie of the enemy!”
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