The person I miss the most is my uncle Ibrahim. He was my father's little brother and a few years older than me. He was more my older brother than my uncle. He had a modern way of thinking. I learned many things from him about my profession and life.
He went to Nigeria and I followed him. Last year we returned to our country to prepare the arrival of his family. But unfortunately my uncle was very ill. I took him to the hospital and they asked me to pay in advance. Since I had no money, they did not treat him. Days later he passed away.