He called him a little pep talk, and she sums up a man's life terrificly, said, "He was even in his death light on people, like he was in his life." They left us with unparalleled patience and remained for the bedside years.
A week before I heard him, his memory or imagination came, and I wished to see him in his village, but death was faster in the visit, and I'm sure it was much slower as we slowed down the last day in Ramadan in the late 1990s. Finally, I hand over the soul and go to a long sleep and hold the soft breath at the end of the beautiful month.
And the rest of the evening, and people prepare for the holidays, the circles of joy and grief, joy and cloud, and the eternity and tears warmly upon the good memories of a man who lived lightly on people and left their world lightly on them, like a bird...
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