It is my last wish to cross over to that village and console my friends and relatives.

This is the only way to mourn their deaths. Our childhood friends are there. Our blood relations are there. But we can't visit each other even at the time of grief.

As the mosque in that village announces more deaths and more burials, we line up for prayers on this side.

Even though he's older and frail now, the victim has a lot of relatives and friends who deserve some sort of closure on this. He's still very capable of getting around.

Eat and drink with friends. Do business with strangers. Watch out from your relatives.

Offspring, friends and relatives flee from a devotee of the Lord: yet those who follow him bring merit to their families through their devotion.