Amad’s sister: The night my father, after searching for about 400 body bags, found Amad under a tree in Kahrizak, he said that Amad was asleep—peaceful, beyond the whole world. And every time my mind pushes away the terror of those days, it reviews these lines: My friend lies, asleep, wearing only a single shirt under a rose I fear that the scent of the rose is sleep, and that it will wake him #Amad_Modati_Pour