I have been really busy the last two days. The brother of my friend F was killed. He had just opened his own restaurant, a small one, and he was there with many members of his family, his son and many cousins. Then three car loads of men stopped, and they wanted to kidnap him. When they couldn't they shot him, right in front of his 15 years old son, who threw a chair on them trying to defend his father. I and M. spent the last two days going from the police station to the hospital where the body is and then to the morgue and then to arrange the funeral and all... In the morgue I carried the dead guy, J. to move him from A to B, just few inches away... It was strange... his body, with all the bullet holes on his stomach, chest and head, and the blood on his cold body that stained my hand... All of it felt very strange, like a movie, and all the crying and the screaming of J.'s family didn't manage to convince me that this body was once alive.
When we wanted to move his body everyone tried to avoid touching it and to make others do it. Our bodies, that we take care of all the time, will one day be cold meat that nobody wants to touch.
All the money he made, his business, his wife and children, his possessions, none can do him any good from now on.
All that he has now are the good deeds he did to help him in the after life, and to give him a good reputation in this life.
Be ready for that day.

Khalid*