Now everyone is scattered everywhere…
I am in Badakhshan, Matin and Rahim are in Ghour, Hazim is in Samangan, and so on…
So what is all this life? We come together, become like family, than separate. Are we having western type of life? I don’t know. But what we all know is that this is just a life that our fathers were speaking about. I can remember my father telling his stories about his friends… “So! When I and … were in your age, we where the closest friends… we went to army together, and came back to our families 2 years latter together, but then we separated, we never met each other again… and finally yesterday I heard that he has passed away.” I am thinking, am I going to say the story to my son? I don’t know…
I can still remember the last day of medical school, that at depth of happiness, we were all sad. Why? Because friends were getting separated, and we did. I never met some of my friends after that.
But I hope that we will all meet again.
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