Innocent lives are lost on a daily basis, and imagine the brutality of being murdered while waiting on food, a basic life necessity and not something far classically luxurious. I don't think people ever recover from the loss of an endeared one; maybe the years find ways to cushion around those griefs, but it is never truly the same. It leaves a bare mark that perhaps the only comfort is to see a bigger purpose. Where these impoverished ones get to feast on a delightful, satisfying welcome in the presence of their noble Lord, something that is beyond compare. And a soul cherishing moments of reunion and unity with lost families as well as loved ones.
– Fadhila M.