cemetery

As I stood there watching him scrape away the rustling dry leaves off the unnamed grave, I was left wondering; Would there be someone who would do the same at mine long after I am a distant memory? It was a hot and humid friday afternoon and even though an hour of prayers in the stifling mosque had done wonders for me psychologically, it had been rather taxing physically. I had come out raring to rush home when I had suddenly remembered that there was a grave there that I had wanted to visit for a while now....