Over and over and over again, they kept showing us a close-up of his spent body as it lay on the hospital bed. And so could you. Four sniper bullets that riddled his body as he stood there by the side of the road with his best friend Akram Shafout. Maybe the tears will keep me sane, or maybe insane. I m not sure I can tell the difference anymore.
Daylight turns into darkness, and then it is daylight again.
I'm so afraid Akram Shafout will die too. Just the other day you passed me on the street. Please don't die. You can live without them. We'll all take care of you and make sure you can live without them.