SF Ali

Farooq, my heart goes out to you. My grandparents are long gone, but my father also died 13 years ago this year, and my mother 14. They were too young. However, now I am attempting to bring them back through my words, and that is what you’re doing with your Naani. As long as you have all of those memories, she lives on; and when you write Brown Grass, you immortalize her. I know she is watching you and is very proud of the person you’ve become, because I am proud to know you.

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