Every time the moon rises up, you miss that face. Every time you dine, you miss their place. Every time you see his friends, you miss his co-ordination with them. Every time your children ask you how much he loved you, you miss his love...So, for what sake are we fighting. It costs a lot to cure injuries but why it doesn't cost a single penny to make someone so called courageous to raise his weapons against his own kind. Why???
