18th of Day Bridge

The Old Haft-Tir Bridge and the new 18 Dey Bridge are not just parts of the city; they are witnesses to one of the most painful days in our history — 18 Dey. On this bridge, young Iranian lives were taken by the brutal regime. Their dreams, their hopes, their futures were cut short. For many of us, this place carries deep sorrow and a lasting sense of injustice. We remember them with heavy hearts, and we will never forgive and never forget.

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The 18th of Day Bridge is more than a structure connecting two streets — it carries the weight of our youth, our memories, and our deepest sorrow. We once gathered here full of laughter, dreams, and life. Today, this bridge stands as a silent witness to unbearable loss. During the Iranian massacre of 2026, many of our friends and loved ones were taken from us on and beneath this bridge. What was once a place of joy became a place of mourning. Every step across the 18th of Day Bridge carries grief, remembrance, and the echo of voices that should still be with us. For others it may be just a crossing, but for us it is sacred ground — a place of memory, love, and pain, where those we lost are never forgotten.

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This bridge used to be the road that led me home. For years, I crossed it without knowing it would one day carry the weight of shattered lives and unfinished dreams. After the brutal killing of protesters, it is no longer just concrete and steel. It holds the echo of gunshots, the silence and screams that followed, and the names that still ache in our hearts. A bridge is meant to connect two sides, but that day it connected innocence to loss, hope to grief. We will never cross it the same way again. Some places stop being places; they become wounds… We remember.

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