I heard about Iqbal's death from my grandmother. She knew about Iqbal and who he was, and she knew that I knew about Iqbal also. She told me he was murdered on Easter Sunday. I felt terrible. I didn't think that it was true, and I didn't, or I tried not to believe it. I asked my grandmother "Are you sure," she said yes and showed me the article in the newspaper. It was true!?
I felt terrible hat such a young boy died, before he had a chance to have
a life, or fulfill his own dream. I hope that we can help fulfill his dream
of abolishing child labor, especially in Pakistan, and help build a school
in Pakistan for him.
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