I heard Ahmed fell to the bullets too. I heard the sun rose from the west that day.

I
heard his mother cried. I heard his coffin was too heavy. I heard they fired at him,
straight at him and called it *collateral damage*. I heard his father has not spoken
since, his sisters are in a shock. I heard all the state employees enjoyed a day of
holiday watching tv with their families, mourning his martyrdom, ofcourse. I heard
they have offered his family a hug sum of money, because just taking him out of
their lives was not enough, they wanted more. I think I may be Ahmed and this
writing may be taking place in future by someone else.