He had a beautiful soul. A seven-year-old golden boy. He was very enthusiastic, full of energy. Some moments I can recall about him was when he's brought to our computer lab. I remember he asked me, "Did you hear that, aunty?"
"Hear what?" I said.
"Did you hear me calling for adzan?" He said.
"No, could you repeat that?" I asked him.
"Sure, but don't look at me," he said with his cheerful smiling face.
I didn't hear his voice. I heard an angel's voice that shiny afternoon.
Heaven waits for you dear boy. You're an angel himself, waiting for Mommy and Daddy...
In beautiful memory of Fahri
A son, a little friend, an angel...
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