Well that day I got a phone call from my father and he had said some kid
at our school had died, and I was like who? and he said, "I don't know exactly,
but his name was Iqbal Masih." And I was like oh no not him. So I called
my friend and he felt sad. I felt sad too, I left the house and walked to
the beach, and skipped rocks and I felt a tear come on and I tried to hold
it in but couldn't. So at school I expressed my feelings in letters and drawings
to help the investigation of his death and to build a school for Pakistani
children.