I will die or stay alive. I was 4 years old when I decided to stay alive. My hospital bed; my room; The flowers; dolls. The sound of my dad's tears, the weight of my mother's worry. My sister is waiting…….. I decided to stay alive. My great pain could not hear the sound of my crying, the sound of my crying was silent silence. But I was a fighter. I'm a fighter. This is why I remain and will remain alive. Death precedes you all your life and I will fight until I die. (This video and the series of photography were made in Tehran Children's Hospital; when you are lying on the stretcher and only see the hospital ceiling lights)
