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The presence of a sparrow before the bulwark attracted everybody. Ina specific time it chattered and we came out of the bulwark and watched it. Mostly it came at noon. And along with the calling for prayers it started chattering. Its sound was mournful. And after ending the Call for prayers it flew away. The comrades decided to prepare some crackers everyday before it comes to have rapport with it. It was surprising it came much more than before. Gradually, this commuting turned into a wonder in our battalion. But that day at about noon before we hear its chatters, one of the comrades told me:
-Muhammad the commuting of this sparrow is not normal.
-I said: what do you mean?
- And he said: didn’t you notice that, it it’s on a special place at a specific time and then flies away.
His words affected me.
-I wondered, does it mean something?
-he said: this afternoon you will get it…
I felt something in my heart, before noon the sparrow came down from sky and sit on the ground. And once again as usual it pecked the ground. Slowly, we approached it. A surprising sense dragged us towards it. Completely, we had approached it, and it still was chattering. The Calling for Prayers had ended. It flied slowly and again sat on the ground farther, while it looked at us.
- I said: come on! Let’s dig the ground.
And we started digging the ground…Oh! My God… we found a martyr who was shot dead in the head… and moments later we brought out the entire Bloody Cadaver… the sparrow that day flew over our heads and then went away and didn’t get back again.