(as narrated by the martyr’s wife)

It was his father’s birthday. We had been to his kind father’s grave. He asked me, “On which side of the grave is father’s face?” I showed him. I saw that he kneeled down and started kissing his father’s cheeks. When I asked him the reason for doing so, he replied “Whenever we go to meet someone on their birthday, while bidding farewell we kiss their cheeks and wish them Happy birthday. I did the same with my father….”