i have not cried so hard reading a story in a long, long time as i have reading fahim's sister's words in that blogpost regarding her feelings about her brother, his value, his talents, his kindness, his generosity, his beautiful smile, his Googled-recipe-every-year-but-always-good-garlic-mashed-potatoes at Thanksgiving.... my eyes physically hurt.
this should not have happened. i dont give a
what childhood his "assistant" (i dont call a thief an assistant) had... fahim grew up with next to nothing and used his father's pain and anxiety in committing to moving his family to Saudi Arabia and then to the US, all the way from Bangladesh... for a better life. his parents studied and studied, and worked and worked, for their children's sake. just to have a weak-minded, evil, GREEDY, disgusting thief rob them of their beautiful boy.
im disgusted right now. im so sick of seeing what humans do to eachother.
fahim appeared to be the brightest, lightest, and the best of all of us. i lost my bestfriend last year who had a smile as wide as fahim's. maybe this is why this hurts so bad. or because i relate entirely to the father screaming no, no, no! into the casket lowering.
i need to go lay down for awhile. and maybe take a xanax. that was a f*cking excruciating read-through. i hardly ever cry about much besides missing my best friend, and missing my dad, who are both deceased. but wow. this true act of brutality.
