The 2nd of November. All Souls Day. That evening when I was strolling, I found a young lady sitting on the tomb of a grave in the cemetery. I had asked hoarsely, “What are you doing here?” The moment she turned, I realized that she was no more than a teenager, maybe. The drying remnants of the sun showed me that her eyes were red and sore from crying. I thought her expressive sad eyes must have been perfected enough by god to appeal to all humanity! Then she answered in her low tone, “I am searching for peace in life or in death!” I didn’t know what to say and the light of the lantern flickered and danced as our only hope in this dark cemetery. She appeared to be a Muslim as her hijab was disheveled. Her once beautiful black hair was slowly drifting in the wind. I…