The Funeral

It was a very hot day. I was watching NatGeo's Afghanistan Revealed when the news came.

"Mona died," my father said. I can hear the sound of a hoe biting into the ground. My mother was digging the grave in the cat cemetery.

Digging the grave.


Burial shroud. Mona lies inside.


The dug grave, a foot deep.


Placing her inside the grave.


A friend paying his last respects.


Someone else's femur. Dad dug a small hole near the grave and I placed it inside.


A simple stone for a grave marker.


Heavy rain.
A thunderstorm followed later, with heavy rain.

In Memory of Mona
With Us For 10 Years
Leaving Behind Boy (son) and Timah (daughter)
To Mourn Her Passing