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As I happened to walk by a room whose door was slightly ajar, I became still to hear the anguish pouring out of the woman whose back was facing me. On her knees, bent down, she reminded me of the letter U. Though silent, I could hear her cries rang out.
“Bin…Bin! What have you done my child. Yes…yes…you are a grown man, but still you are my child and I love you! My heart grieves deeply for the lost lives. My soul is sore…Why Bin? Why? Now you must hide in caves crawling like the dogs that lick the bones of the dead. You can no longer walk as a man.
I felt no love, no hate, just indifference for the woman whose private moment I had unexpectedly intruded on. That’s when the anguish in me began to erupt in despair. Silently, I too, crept in the room and got on bended knees to join in prayer.
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