Caged

"Did I switch off the gas?" "Did I forget to lock the doors?" A cold wave slaps my face; just as your hands, coarse and hard, so often...so strongly came on my cheek; bringing me to reality. I push these mundane thoughts out of my head and bow my head respectfully in your remembrance.

Dr. Iqbal Yazdani

1956 - 1998
Father, Husband, Son
"The heart of man is restless until it finds its rest in You"

I slowly pluck out the weeds grown alongside the grill fencing your grave, and then carefully place the fresh flowers by your side, as I do every year. "How does it feel to be caged?" "Are you at rest?"

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