My son was martyred yesterday. I do not cry in his memory but rather I cry because he died for a cause that no one appreciates. He served his time away from his family in harsh cold winters up in mountainous terrains far up north in his beloved Pakistan. He was only 25. He was hit in crossfire with the enemy as he protected my borders. He has a daughter who just turned 3months old. His wife has no more tears to shed.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Father of a martyred son
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