Mohammad Taha Jafari was a fourth-grade student.
His father and mother went to the forensic office and the morgues more than seven times. At one point, they were given a school bag and told that this was all that remained of Mohammad Taha.
There was no trace of him. For a while, the family even thought that perhaps Mohammad Taha had suffered psychological trauma and that someone had taken him away. Every moment, they waited for someone to come and say, “Your Mohammad Taha is with me.”
But no one came up with such news.
After one month, only through DNA testing, a body that had been almost completely destroyed was handed over to his father and mother as Mohammad Taha.
For a month, his family lived between hope and terror: a school bag in their hands, no child to hold, and no certainty to rest their hearts. In the end, what returned to them was not the son they had searched for, but the result of a test, a name attached to remains, and the unbearable truth that Mohammad Taha had never been missing from life; he had been taken from it.