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Back from going to ziarah my late grandmother's grave. A truly humble lady who raised 7 children alone after the death of her husband, in extremes of poverty. I still choke up when my father tells us stories from his childhood. How hard she worked, how much they sacrificed. My grandfather's grave can only be reached by boat, too far for us today. In remembering those who have passed, we learn to value our present. Al-Fatihah.
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