When I was 17 years old, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was sitting inside a mosque and a little boy walked up to me to ask a difficult question. He caught my hand and asked me, “Didi why do people have to leave each other?” The question was a personal one, but it seemed clear to me why the question was chosen for me.God gives signs and I did nt have an answer at that time but now maybe I have one because I lost the most treasured and prized possession of my life - my younger brother...