
WHEN A GRAVE BECOMES A HOMELAND
We came out of the crematorium crying. Lamees and I, heavily dragging our feet with the lost look on our faces drowning in sorrow telling the whole story. That was our first time ever at a funeral or even at a cemetery despite having lived for years in a seventh floor flat of a rundown high rise building in one of Glasgow’s roughest schemes, with windows overlooking an old graveyard. I never once had the urge to just walk in for a closer look at the headstones as I used to d