Incident Report in Local Neighborhood

In the neighborhood.

Where they told me, by God, my son had made a mistake. He was lying flat, surrounded by three

bullets in his chest.

Th-they had cut open his chest and taken his heart.

Taken?

They took his heart.

I covered him.

And I came

I-I took a blanket

And there was no one left there.

Anyway, in the end, someone from the neighborhood

came, someone who'd seen us. No, the man ran after a scream.

I, brother, came to him.

Also, in the end, Abdul Razzaq went

We took our bag and brought it ourselves.