23/09/2025
To my Mother
"Mama, I didn’t want to leave you. I saw your tears as I struggled for my last breath. I wanted to grow in your arms, but I was forced to die. All because of bread and milk that were not even ours. Now I am gone, and all you have is pain where my laughter used to be."
To my Father
"Baba, you were my protector, my guide, my hero. But anger blinded you, and your hands became the chains of my death. Over bread and milk that belonged to another, you chose rage instead of love. I was forced to die by the one I trusted most. Now I am gone, and your face will forever remind me of pain instead of love."
To the Lady whose Bread and Milk it was
"Mama, I am sorry. I was hungry, and I touched what was yours. Bread and milk that were small to you became the reason I am no more. What was taken could have been replaced, yet my life cannot. I am gone. Remember me not as a thief, but as a hungry child who made a mistake that cost him everything."
To my Classmates
My friends, I wanted to laugh with you again, to sit in class, to chase our dreams together. But I was forced to die before I could finish even one more lesson. Remember me when you hold your pens I am gone, but my seat in class will always remain empty."
To Everyone Who Will Attend My Funeral
"When you see my small coffin, do not just see deathsee the pain I carried and the dreams that were stolen. I was forced to die not because of fate, but because of bread and milk that could have been replaced. Today I am gone, tomorrow it could be another. Do not let my blood cry in vain.
