My uncle buried in the holy city of Qum, Iran, however, the real funeral was taking place here in Hassa. In fact, it was a great funeral for a great man. I was trying very hard not to cry in front of my cousin who lost his father. I almost done that, but when I saw my grandmother, I could not help it and cried on her shoulder. I cried. I'm exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically.
Because my dad was not fully recovered, as he just went out of hospital couple of days ago, I was in charge for many positions. I was mainly responsible for the logistic side of the funeral like food, drinks and transportation. In addition to that, I had other little jobs to help making everything goes smoothly.
Thank God, it went well. I'm back to Riyadh now to start my second week of school. I was lucky to be the last one who took photos of my uncle. He suggested the family should gather every once in awhile, so we went on a picnic and I took these photos, and it was the last time I saw him. Maybe they look dark and unclear, but for me, they are priceless.
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Because my dad was not fully recovered, as he just went out of hospital couple of days ago, I was in charge for many positions. I was mainly responsible for the logistic side of the funeral like food, drinks and transportation. In addition to that, I had other little jobs to help making everything goes smoothly.
Thank God, it went well. I'm back to Riyadh now to start my second week of school. I was lucky to be the last one who took photos of my uncle. He suggested the family should gather every once in awhile, so we went on a picnic and I took these photos, and it was the last time I saw him. Maybe they look dark and unclear, but for me, they are priceless.
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