This story is a reminder of the war that took place in our country and that tragically took the life of my mother, without whom I was left when I was only 20 days old. Although the war itself is difficult and painful to describe, it is an even bigger wound left in my little heart that was left without the only real support in life, Mom.
Although my father has always been present and represented both in my young life, the fact that I live without words like mom, without her embrace, upbringing has left a great sadness in my life.
As the only memory of her I am left with her picture in black and white on the day of my marriage to my dad and like a ghost staring at her grave and the notion that I never felt her love sending me from heaven.
After the war, the situation was difficult, my father was out of work with the only desire to make me a man and without adequate funds to make my mother a nišan worthy of her beauty, and as a young man I decided to help my father in that and every day I had a sandwich for school. I decided to starve for the purpose of saving for my mom, every time I would do some work in the village and was rewarded I would leave the money in the piggy bank for my mom and aim at her grave.
But life in my country is hard and it is very difficult almost impossible to raise so much money for that purpose so I would beg you people of all faiths but good heart if you are able to help me and do that in memory of the dearest person in the world , you who know what mom means in life, make the last place worthy of my love for her.
I thank you in advance for every act of your kindness and expression of your heart and love
Grateful to heaven
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