Minab Children's Flight

They fluttered around the yard like colorful butterflies, talking about future lessons and dreaming of painting the Persian Gulf. But suddenly, the sky of Minab split open. The missiles of death, merciless and cold, descended on this innocent school. In an instant, laughter turned to screams, dreams were buried under gray rubble, and the little flowers of the south bloomed before they saw the spring of their lives.