When I looked at your
grave, my heart ached with pain. I watched your father and your brothers fill
it up with earth while Boo and Inah stood near me. I looked at your brothers
and counted three sons. Boo was beside me. There are five of you. Where was my
fifth son? And then I realised it was you who was missing. I had forgotten you
were beneath the mounds of earth.
And I held up my hands and whispered "From You we come, and to You we return. I return to You, O Allah, my son."
And I held up my hands and whispered "From You we come, and to You we return. I return to You, O Allah, my son."
May you be with the
righteous, my son.
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