On August 29, 2003 I had scarcely come to Canada (three days earlier) and was watching TV with my uncle and aunt when the phone rang... |
Next
thing I remember - I was sitting on the floor and weeping because
the very worst thing that could ever have happened to my brother suddenly
became a reality... reality that one would not wish for. |
My
brother had been murdered by three unknown Chechen citizens. At about
6 a.m. he was thrown out the window located on the fifth floor of
his own apartment building while all were still asleep. |
He
was found sprawled on the ground and covered in his own blood. His
head, neck, spine, arms and legs were broken, and his face was taped
shut. His blood can be seen on the ground even now... |
I still don't know who did it, but I hate those people wholeheartedly! |
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Death called my brother...
