The death at Yahya Road
we prayed after Asr and It wasn't maghrib yet the sun was yet to set but his body was put to rest he laid just before us twenty two men and two sons we took him to the pit six feet deep it was my first time there I saw it for myself it was an experience I got so many answers, to questions that haunted me for years. a lot of things were not worth it the pain and pleasure I can say it wasn't tangible at the end I looked at his wrapped body once again. could this mean he is free at last or a begining of a journey to a thorny path
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