So Dad, you chose to leave your body behind three years ago, today. I can still smell the damp air in our room in Iran. How I walked in and you didn’t want to wake up. No matter how much I yelled at you. How much I shook you. How many times I kissed you neck.
You didn’t bloody wake up.
Dad, on this third anniversary, I wanted to tell you three things.
1- It doesn’t get easier.
2- It doesn’t get easier.
3- It doesn’t get easier.
I love you as much as the universe you rule.
(okay so that was 4 things but since when did you and I keep count of our chats?)
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Lena
Beautiful. That is the game of life exactly. We are here for such a short time, surrounded by assholes and asshole-ic systems. Will we maintain dignity and honesty, working towards positive change for all, or become who we hate? And swifter then a blink, it’s over. You will see him again Osamah. Be happy on your walk through this world. He sacrificed himself at such a young age so all your lives would be better than his.
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