On a peaceful night, as the fresh breaths of a five-month-old girl filled the home, a young family awaited the dawn of a bright tomorrow — a tomorrow they hoped would begin with smiles and hope each day. But in one criminal moment, all those dreams were turned to ashes.

“Mojtaba Mohammadpour,” a humble, kind-hearted man and a loving father, was only a few steps away from his home when a ruthless fragment from the missiles of the vile Zionist regime struck him down — taking him away from the nest he had built with all his heart and soul.

The story of that bitter night is told by his grieving wife, Tahereh Beheshti-Nejad, her voice trembling with sorrow and love — and a smile that, even amid grief and cruelty, never faded.

The explosion near their home; the cry of “Mojtaba!”

It was close to one o’clock after midnight when Mojtaba was outside with his nephew.

The martyr’s wife says:
“I don’t know whether it was shrapnel from a missile or a bomb; I just heard a terrifying blast and suddenly saw that it had struck the roof of their car. The shrapnel hit Mojtaba’s head violently. I was anxiously looking out the window when I suddenly heard my nephew shouting, ‘Mojtaba! Mojtaba!’

With all my strength, I ran downstairs. I prayed he was alive. I checked his pulse — I could feel a faint beat — but those around me said, ‘He’s alive, his pulse is there.’ Later, I realized they only said that to calm me down.

The ambulance arrived and took Mojtaba to the hospital, but a few minutes later, they brought the news of his martyrdom.