My father was killed in a suicide bombing in 2003, I remembered he looked at me and smile. He said beta take care of yourself. he went to Friday prayer. we were at home. we were preparing a lunch for him and expecting him any minute. suddenly our relatives calling us to ask if he'd been at the mosque. he left us a small sweet message before he died. he said: i love you all and follow what i taught you. The ambulance driver told us that he refused to be taken away and he insisted they treat other people first. We believe he was martyred and we believe that those who are martyred never die. we think he is still with us. whenever i am nervous or achieve something big, I smell him. He had his own smell. I don't have any words to describe.
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