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Why do we remember? It’s not for any personal gain. If anything, memories like these are a burden. But still, we remember.

Perhaps only those that remember can say those prayers. Perhaps only these can petition sincerely on their behalf, oblivious to all that has occurred in the intervening years.

Perhaps that is why those thoughts were injected into my mind a year ago, out of the blue. To respond to them, with forgiveness long overdue, and to ask for the best for them, whatever that may be.

I think that’s why I remembered. Not for personal gain of any kind. Just to surface a little mercy from within. To let a little faith flow out of me.

Perhaps it was the answer to a heartfelt prayer: “O Allah, make me merciful.”