Glass

July 27, 1993 was the day my father died. I had a call from my brother, the day before, saying that dad had a stroke. His last wish was to see me. He never did, because I was in States and that is a pain which I will carry forever in my heart knowing that I disapointed my dad on his death bed. I see my dad in my dreams now and he tells me that he understands, but the pain still remains and the tears still choke me every time I think of that day.

After reading the article, I tried to stay away, but a surge of emotions kept pulling me back to it. All I can ask for is Allah`s mercy on me, a poor fool. There is nothing else I can do to balm the anguish of my pain and the embers of it still burn within my heart and reading the article rekindled them once again....

``You are a Paki, 19 & trying``, trying to what ? Write ? Empathize ? Well, you can write. As for empathy, i hope the object of your piece was not a public apology for your own shortcomings, but a chastisement of ours!