The Death of Nazar's Father
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My father, as I just mentioned, maybe you didn't -- he was a -- had a little store that he was selling dry goods, you know. So he came -- he was riding a horse, traveling from one place to another. They got after him, Turks got after him. I can remember just like today.
He fell down; he broke his arm. So what, we haven't got no doctors out there. They brought him, and then they had -- they cut some leaves from the trees and boil it and they wrap it around him. That's how they know, anyway. So his arm got so big, it was black and blue. He died with the blood poison, he died with that. My father died with that. I was six years old, I remember just like that. Yeah. I was six years old when he died, yeah.
Turks got after him because he's good guy. You know, in fact the Turks -- when the Turks, because they went after -- they wanted to rob him, you know. And then you know the people who kept me, they ask me, "Did your father give anything -- anybody with a credit, do you know it?" I said, "Muhammad, I don't know if he did give anything on credit," you know, because they used to give stuff away. They keep up when the harvest comes you know; you can pick it up when harvest comes. I said, "Muhammad, I don't know. I would be glad to know." If I knew I could have tell him, you know, but I didn't know anybody. He ask me, "Is anybody -- did your daddy give anybody on credit, that you know?" "I don't know," I says, "I really don't know."