In the city of Piranshahr, Where freedom’s voice was heard, A young boy stood in protest, His spirit brave and un-deterred. Zacharia Khayal, just sixteen, Fought for what he knew was right, But sadly, his life was taken, In the face of the Mullah’s might. With malice and intent, The oppressors shot him at close range, They beat him with clubs, Till his life could no longer sustain. His mother’s heart was shattered,