There was this guy, right? Arsalan Vakili, my mom’s cousin.
Born and raised in Sanandaj, Kurdistan, Iran. He was probably in his early 50s now.
An OG in his own right. Born to nothing, grew up dirt poor, fought his way out. Made a something outta himself ya know.
Well, my sister just told me he was beaten to death by some assfuck land grabber with connections to the fucking government.
As simple as that. Two kids, decades of struggle, a human fucking life, perished just like that. No consequences, no justice, no nothing.
Fuck that cursed land.
His name was Arsalan Vakili.