One of my close friends is the brother of two martyrs. This summer, I was making my ablutions in the courtyard of the mosque. I was on my way inside the mosque hall for the Maghrib and Isha prayers. I saw my friend’s mother, who was hunched over, holding onto the railing and climbing the mosque stairs. She is the mother of two martyrs.
Out of courtesy and respect, I approached her and greeted her. She was very happy to see me. She said, “I’ve been looking for you for some time. It’s good that I found you here. Why do you keep involving my son? Why do you take him along to political meetings and activities?
I’ve already borne the pain of losing two. I’ve lost two young lives. I cannot bear any more loss. Have they no compassion in their hearts…?”