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 \u2014 a tomorrow they hoped would begin with smiles and hope each day. But in one criminal moment, all those dreams were turned to ashes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMojtaba Mohammadpour,\u201d 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 \u2014 taking him away from the nest he had built with all his heart and soul.<\/p>\n
The story of that bitter night is told by his grieving wife, Tahereh Beheshti-Nejad<\/em>, her voice trembling with sorrow and love \u2014 and a smile that, even amid grief and cruelty, never faded.<\/p>\n The explosion near their home; the cry of \u201cMojtaba!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n It was close to one o\u2019clock after midnight when Mojtaba was outside with his nephew.<\/p>\n The martyr\u2019s wife says: With all my strength, I ran downstairs. I prayed he was alive. I checked his pulse \u2014 I could feel a faint beat \u2014 but those around me said, \u2018He\u2019s alive, his pulse is there.\u2019 Later, I realized they only said that to calm me down.<\/p>\n The ambulance arrived and took Mojtaba to the hospital, but a few minutes later, they brought the news of his martyrdom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 \u2014 a tomorrow they hoped would begin with smiles and hope each day. But in one criminal moment, all those dreams were turned to ashes. \u201cMojtaba Mohammadpour,\u201d a humble, kind-hearted […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1722,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1517","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-1"],"yoast_head":"\n
\u201cI don\u2019t 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\u2019s head violently. I was anxiously looking out the window when I suddenly heard my nephew shouting, \u2018Mojtaba! Mojtaba!\u2019<\/p>\n