I can’t get hold of myself since after the death of Mohbad, anytime I see his pictures I cry and think about where is my destination when I die. I get to think about things that’s going to happen after this life and I’m afraid because I think I will also die soon. They tried to kill me in my dreams not once, not twice and my parents are not even helping. I can’t just stop thinking about what would happen to me after death, the way people are dying is scary these days. Rest in peace Mohbad, may your good deeds wipe off your sins