Account of Son Shot Three Times and Heart Removed

In the neighborhood. Where they told me, by God, my son had made a mistake. He was lying flat, surrounded by three bullets in his chest.

Th-they had cut open his chest and taken his heart.

Taken? They took his heart. I covered him.

And I came I-I took a blanket And there was no one left there.

Anyway, in the end, someone from the neighborhood came, someone who'd seen us. No, the man ran after a scream.

I, brother, came to him. Also, in the end, Abdul Razzaq went We took our bag and brought it ourselves.