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Now that you buried him with your hands Placed his body carefully in the grave Turned his head towards the Kaaba Placed wooden planks on top And bid final farewell What more is there to fear? What more is there to run from? You are free at last Free to become what he wanted you to be Free to achieve his last words to you
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Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC
Father
Now that you buried him with your hands Placed his body carefully in the grave Turned his head towards the Kaaba Placed wooden planks on top And bid final farewell What more is there to fear? What more is there to run from? You are free at last Free to become what he wanted you to be Free to achieve his last words to you
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Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC
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