Dear Khodayar, I have dreamt about you. In my dream I had
travelled to a small town and found a man who knew about your death and
who knew where your remains were stored. He told me that your remains were
going to be loaded on a truck and taken away to another place. He said that he would
let me look at what was left of you before this happened. I was scared
Khodayar. I know how badly you were damaged and I didn’t know if I could bear
seeing you like that. But I have come so far to find you, and to solve the
mystery of your murder that I couldn’t turn back.
The dream ended before I actually looked at you but I saw
the container that your remains were lying in. It was beside the truck, ready
to be loaded. And I don’t know where the truck was going to take you – maybe all the
way back to the mountain kingdom where you were born. In waking life your body
has been buried in the Islamic section of a cemetery here in Melbourne. In the
dream it was going to be taken on a long journey before finding a place of rest. Love Stephen
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