Suicide…death of a daughter…

The pain and despair of a person who will commit suicide, with no thought of the pain and despair which they pass on to the people they leave behind…

But I understand…Laura’s pain was unbearable. And she believed that she would meet Mubarak again, in another world.

“I can’t deceive myself that out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future, when you are alone in your room with the clock ticking loudly into the false cheerful brilliance of the electric light. And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

This photograph of Laura was taken on 3 February 2007, a few days after the final operation to refine the scars of previous surgeries to repair her cleft lip.

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