A Dose of Regret (Comments)

2/07/10 •

We had been home for a little over a month when we got the call. I remember sitting in my room when my Dad came to the door. SubhanAllah, how time seems to slow down at that moment. I saw my brother crying – and thinking he doesn’t cry like that, what’s wrong – and my Dad’s voice breaking as he attempted to relay the news. And the shock. The incomprehensible-ness. Dead? He’s dead? But we just spent a summer with him while he was alive?