A story I want to share about my grandad May Allah rest his soul in peace. He was a great great man. He used to work up in the SWAT valleys him and his mates and taking bulls across the border into Afghanistan, and worked in Kabul back and fourth. So earlier when I was on the way to get a haircut we stopped off at a shop so I could get some sting because the drink is just too pukka and the old man is looking at us knowing we from England. So I asked my cousin to ask him does he recognise or know who we are, and the old man said no. He asked what my fathers name was and then it started to ring a bell. Then he asked what my grandfathers name was and when I told him, his face lit up and knew straight away who he was. He started talking about how he was such a great man. Yesterday in the village there was a maatam (funeral) and the old man said that person was buried in the land my grandfather donated to the funeral services. I didnt know this and then my brother said how my grandfather donated 6 ACHRES of land, and the kid who died yesterday, was buried in there. Right now I dont have the words to explain how I feel, but what a great man he truly was.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 21:44:36 +0000
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