Sunday, May 18, 2003
The father came back from the funeral rites. His boy of seven stood at the window,
with eyes wide open and a golden amulet hanging from his neck, full of thoughts too
difficult for his age.
His father took him in his arms and the boy asked him, "Where is mother?"
"In heaven," answered his father, pointing to the sky.
The boy raised his eyes to the sky and long gazed in silence. His bewildered mind
sent abroad into the night the question, "Where is heaven?"
No answer came: and the stars seemed like the burning tears of that
(posted by Farid)
Posted:Sunday, May 18, 2003 |
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