In Iran I used to have a friend which I will call Ghasem. Ghasem used to see this girl (let's call her Sakineh) riding the minibus every night and of course she had noticed him too. Unbeknownst to Ghasem Sakineh had a lover in the Azari neighborhood whose name was Esmail. To Esmail Sakineh was a possession like a jewel on his crown. With each ride that passed Ghasem and Sakineh's story continued and eventually Ghasem took Sakineh's heart. So one day she looked him in the eyes and said they couldn't meet again. Meanwhile the word was out on the streets that Sakineh was messing with someone. As a result Esmail began looking for Ghasem with a vengeance and a gun. We kept telling Ghasem he better run and that he was playing with fire but to no avail. One night as time stood still Ghasem met with Sakineh on a rooftop in the night but they couldn't hear Esmail coming until he had them both in sight. A shot ran out like thunder and the blood was on Sakineh's hands with nothing won. The moral of the story is when someone lies there dying lovers finally understand.

With the patchy information released we never quite understood who shot who. Sakineh was taken into custody so we initially thought she shot both Ghasem and Esmail but there was only one body bag. Another theory was that Ghasem and Esmail each shot each other. If that was the case then they both died because of Sakineh.