As I cried for her, I cry for him.. We are neither judges nor arbiters.. We are all sinners.. Only the Forgiving and Merciful remains!! "How did the end begin? How were you born? As we die...just as a child is born and we give him love and affection and he grows up; To draw wrinkles of distress and fear on his parents' features, then in an instant he falls dead, killed by a small bullet, for which he cannot buy a flower or brown wheat..." Is this really how endings come?! Do we really only forget or forgive ourselves?