It was an early Sunday morning, 9 October 2016, that I got the news from my cousin. My uncle was taken away from us, taken too soon. Shocking. Saddening. Crushing. I straight away jumped to a flight to Medan to see him for the last time, to feel his everlasting spirit, to witness him ripping the fruit of all his good deeds and kindness. Countless people mourn, tears were shed, hearts are broken and sadness filled the place, it was so gray. Once he said on his last church service, on his recent sermon, "For God gives you heart to bless the poor, for He gives you soul to feed the hunger." He's always a compassionate man, my Paktua, and may he not be among us but I know that his thought, his spirit, and his righteousness will always be remembered.