Dear my friend  , my beloved family , my parents in special from whom everything I got and lost ....

You all know what? ... Maybe death isn't that much miserable idea , maybe it's not an endless way of suffering rather than it is it's end , lying down in an infinite peace where no one owns the desire to compete nor the courage to flee . The softness of the coffin , the warmth of the sand where your body touches , the smell of the wet soil soaked with water sprayed by your loved ones, that quiet and the beauty of absolute solitude , that loud silence you're dreaming about.  Death is the savior of those who lost their way , those who are stuck in the middle of nowhere , it's rewarding the life's enemies, taking their retaliation through becoming hidden untouchable bodies. They're finally invisible to the cruelty of living. Death is incomparable by life as long as it own one face.  It is the unshakable truth and the last judgment for those who spend their lives waiting....

Nonetheless;  my mother will miss me , although she'd never believed in the dreams of youthful souls as much as she believed in afterlife rewarding . Maybe it's the time to prove that she is right.  My dearest mother ... I finally found my destination that I used to call it "the unknown" . It's a little confined place where you finally become invisible buried with your illusions and a bunch of of dreams that are no longer available . But !! What about my father who had never believed in irreversible separation !! , he used to be my angelic side and my refuge , he believed in living and fighting from where I got the audacity of standing against the flow .

even though ....I trust him and I know he will find a way to overcome the pain of giving up his beliefs in something doesn't exist called "life".