He was calm and kind, very innocent and full of life. He, who had just become a youth, had many dreams for his future. His name was Peyman, everyone loved him. He lived in a friendly and happy family in the Sistan and Baluchestan province in the city of Saravan. His father Roholamin Sobhani was a hardworking, fair and honest merchant, which is why his business was very prosperous. On the other hand, however, he was persecuted by bigots and extremists and was arrested several times. It was spring, and fifteen-year-old Peyman was in the last days of high school. That day, when he returned home, he saw his father loading goods for a customer. As always, he helped him and then they drove to the desired location in their blue Toyota pickup. As soon as the car stopped, some armed men stopped them, blindfolded both of them and got into the car. After some time, they stopped at the side of a mountain in an unfamiliar desert, and they made both of them walk and then removed their blindfold...