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Five-Year Anniversary
On the eve of the fifth anniversary of Shahdi’s suicide, I
sit at my desk at home, with a very heavy heart and teary eyes, thinking of the
last five years of my life, of the five years of living without my beloved
daughter. At first, I had decided against sharing my thoughts with anyone on this
anniversary, but then I reconsidered because of Shahdi. I changed my mind in
order to tell the truth and talk about the falsehoods and cliches on grief.
Besides, Shahdi deserves to be talked about again. Shahdi deserves to be a
topic of discussion once more. Shahdi deserves to be remembered and missed by
all who still love her.
