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I tried holding it in as only the women were crying and fainting, but I couldn't. Mom told me to stop, as it would distress his mother, so I did. I almost broke down again when I saw his face the day before he was buried. I had to take a seat and take deep breaths to stop myself from fainting, everyone crying and looking at him haunted me. It was only after prayers had ended and food was being handed did I cry again.