I tried to comfort him, saying: “This was God’s will, it is not your fault.” But his tears were different—the tears of someone who could not forgive himself. It was clear he carried a heavy burden, as if he had not just buried his friend but also a piece of his own soul.
He spoke about how they had shared every detail of their youth, how they met every day without ever growing tired of one another, and how the deceased dreamed of finishing his studies and getting married soon.
He told me: “I never thought he would die before me. He always said death would come suddenly, and I laughed and said, ‘Man, stop talking like that.’” He fell silent for a while, wiped away his tears, and added: “I helped wash him with you to give something back, because he always protected me and stood by me, even when I sometimes let him down.”
A Lesson in Friendship
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