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The news of Ahmed's mother's passing spread through their neighborhood like wildfire,
casting a dark shadow over the already troubled hearts of its residents. But amidst the grief
and sorrow, a flicker of hope emerged as Ahmed's father returned home, his body battered
and bruised, a mere shadow of the man he once was.
Ahmed's heart constricted with a mixture of relief and horror as he took in the sight of his
father, his body swollen and disfigured from the beatings he had endured at the hands of the
army. Gone was the proud and stoic figure Ahmed had always looked up to, replaced now
by a broken and shattered man.
As Ahmed's father caught sight of his wife, lying in her white cloth coffin, ready to be buried
in the graveyard, he let out a gut-wrenching cry of anguish. The sound echoed through the
silent streets, a haunting reminder of the senseless tragedy that had befallen their family.
For Ahmed, the loss of his mother and the return of his father only added to the turmoil that
consumed his heart. On one hand, he grieved for the loss of the woman who had been his
rock, his guiding light in the darkest of times. On the other hand, he felt a profound sense of
anger and helplessness at the sight of his father's broken body, a stark reminder of...