When Iqbal died on Easter Sunday the Monday after that I was delivering my papers when I read it. At first I didn't believe it or understand it because it was said in big words but I read it a couple of times and was sad.
I was really sad because he was so young and had so many dreams he needed to fulfill. But some rude person killed him and killed his dreams.
A couple days later I came to Broad Meadows and we sat there for 2 hours
listening and ask ing questions. Also I called rug companies and told them
the news. And part of the idea of building a school for Iqbal was mine. I
didn't do alot but Im glad I helped a little bit.