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But in Urdu, we say

“Chann Kithan Guzaariya Ee Raat Ve

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain

Give my blood to a person who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play

Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk

Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man

Give my sins to the devil

Give my soul to God

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever