@t8se0: If the physical walls between us are but a few meters, yet you find no path to my door while I am still breathing here in Amara, then my heart trembles at the thought of the future. It is a heavy realization to know that proximity has failed to bridge the gap in your affection, and that being neighbors in life has not made me a priority in your day. I find myself wondering: if you cannot spare a moment to visit me while I am within reach, how will you ever remember me when the earth separates us? If you remain a stranger while I am alive and near, I fear the silence that will follow when I am finally laid to rest in the valley of peace in Najaf. The thought is a cold one; if the warmth of my presence isn't enough to bring you to me now, surely the cold marble of a headstone won't move your feet toward my grave. It seems the distance between us isn't measured in miles or cities, but in the indifference that has settled in your heart.