In the ears of angels…
Biography of Martyr Reza Sadeghi Younesi in his own words;
I am Reza Sadeghi Younesi. Son of Haj Agha Jafar. I was born in the cold winter of 1341. My family was one of the religious and noble families in Freeman. In those days, our house was in one of the old neighborhoods of Fariman, next to the Friday Mosque (Abolfazli delegation), and my father, Haj Jafar Agha Sadeghi Younesi, worked in the Fariman sugar factory. Of course, he also liked the construction job. As a child, I had a happy time. I learned the Quran at home school and family Quran courses. I often went to the Grand Mosque. I have heard from others that I happened to be very popular with our aunts and uncles and neighbors. When I was seven, I had to stop playing and go to school. I finished elementary school in Ayatollah Taleghani school. I studied middle school at Dr. Shariati School. In those days, I helped my parents as much as I could.As an active and curious teenager, I was proficient in many disciplines such as construction, agriculture, welding, wiring, and so on. I even built a library for myself at home; On Muharram, we wore mourning clothes with our father and mourned for our martyred Imam. The days passed just as slowly. I was now an agile teenager and was studying experimental sciences at Shahid Beheshti High School. I remember creating two special teams for infants and teenagers. One is Al-Fatah team and one is Pass team. I was a member of the pass team at that time. That was not all. My youthful passion made me an athlete. I also worked in table tennis, volleyball, wrestling, cycling and was very skilled. Little by little, the years of the people's revolution came. I, who considered it my Islamic and Iranian duty to participate in the march, participated in the marches that were held in the cities of Torbat-e Heydarieh and Mashhad with my older brother. Remember it!I will never forget. The first time I heard the voice of Imam Khomeini. Magnetic tapes when my cousin, Colonel Abbaspour, sent them from Tehran. We marched in high school. After the victory of the revolution, I also cooperated with the people's committees of the neighborhood mosque and the Basij resistance forces of our city. It was in 1981 and I was able to pass a training course in Bojnourd as a volunteer Basij. In Dokuheh, I became the morning sports coach of the fighters. Days of war and blood, days of battle of false right on the fronts I fought alongside my comrades on the southern fronts. I stood with all my strength and faith. My dream was martyrdom and everyone knew that. thanks God; The moments of carpentry are never erased from the office of my life. Operation Chezabeh (Bostan), the right time of mystery and need with the god. As I was talking to him, he suddenly called to me and whispered in my ear, "O you who are confident."I have not finished praying; I was hit by a bullet (shrapnel) on my head and I went to Ahvaz hospital with the help of Farimani (Mohammad Anbaei) rescuer. I became.
And today, in the flower garden of its martyrs, I am happy to see you next to my other comrades, who rested one by one.