A few days after the liberation of Khorramshahr, I was invited to take part in a ceremony to celebrate this victory. The event was held in Darkhoveyn and it had the grandest audience I had ever seen during the sacred war. Thank God my performance ended successfully, but right after I finished, the audience rushed towards me in a show of love and support, but I fell on the ground and was getting crushed. I thought that I was going to die there, so in my [thought-to-be] dying words, I asked God to resurrect me with the martyrs of Karbala in the other world. If it weren’t for the guards, I would’ve died then and there. They somehow lifted me up and guided me to a tent. For hours after the incident, people kept approaching our tent and asked me to chat with them, and I obliged.