I went to visit the family and in the street, I saw the black banner. Dleir was dead. Dazed, I went down to the house and saw one of the girls my daughter had danced with at the Festival. I talked with the men as they received mourners in a garden two nights later and I asked the brothers for their version of what happened. He was just cleaning a gun , they said.
Guns are common in most homes.
They spoke of fifteen hours of unsuccessful surgery at the hospital. God is love. He has conquered death , I managed to say. There was a meal for the male mourners, but with much more general conversation. Perhaps Dleir did have an accident and it was not murder or suicide.