I Was Scared to Death
A Jar of Jam - I Was Scared to Death
I was struggling on how to break the news of martyrdom to a family. Finally, I took the leap and entered the martyr’s home. When I saw his father, I was scared to death. Mashallah1 he had a huge body and half of his fist was enough to knock me down. Just as I finished telling the news, he rushed towards me. Before I could run away, he grabbed, hugged, and kissed me. His eyes were full of tears. “I was worried for a few days, desperately waiting for any news. God bless you. I am relieved”, he said. I couldn’t take a breath until he hugged me again and appreciated .me .Sometimes it went like this