Wednesday, February 24, 2016

when i was six and a half years old



People were crying. They said that seeing and listening to brother and sister fluently reciting Quran broke their heart.
Lots of people were coming. Our housemaid handed me handkerchiefs with candies stuck inside.
They took me to saw him for the last time before they cover him. Then mother was crying too. And she was even fainted once. I also cried for I don’t know what was really happening, but I did feel sad too.

I guess I still do now.

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