Who understands this; except me, the first grade teacher, who started your day with a smile and cold hands or the hug of your teacher.

How quickly the school year ended for you. The signs of the Persian book are not finished yet. They were supposed to celebrate the alphabet for you this year, but they celebrated in a different way; among the rubble, dirt and blood; and the song of the celebration is the sound of your mothers' cries and wails! So that the whole world saw this celebration.

It is true that you started with the first word, water, but you ended with the word homeland!

The beginning of your reading and writing was the beginning of your journey;

You had gone to school to study, but you did not know that today you would teach us a lesson in patriotism!

This blood cannot be erased.

Is it possible to forget all that purity and smiles????

I cannot write more than this; I can only say that your class today was a piece of heaven!

And history will write that the first martyrs recorded in the Third Sacred Defense were innocent schoolgirls.

First Grade Teacher; Mojgan Eslami