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Sep 2015
today in the market of the brutal and tyrant
where people decide to play God
a life was lost to a hospital fees
humanity died
a father cried
it was just a matter of
two hundred and twenty rupees.
Rest in peace little kid. I don't have words to describe how horrible I feel as a human being today.
Javaria Waseem
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Javaria Waseem
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   Azaria and Gul e Dawoodi
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