Five months ago, the big earthquake rocked our Kashmir, killed many of our family. I thought misery has ended. But this morning, my father died after a heart attack. I live in Gujranwala, normally 7 hours away from Kashmir. But there was a landslide along the way because of rain and earthquakes, so I came late. I know my family was waiting for me before they bury my father. When I arrived, they just finished burying his body. I could not see his face for the last time. But they told me, his face was peaceful, just like sleeping. Praise to Allah, he is with Him. Now, can you take picture of me with my father? My beloved father.

Noraseri, Azad Jammu & Kashmir, Pakistan, 2006

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  1. I don’t know why, but the sentence ‘can you take picture of me with my father?’ suddenly brought my tears. I’m touched.

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