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Naadira opens the wardrobe with some of her late husband's belongings.
Removing Hasyali's work uniform.
Naadira holds up her husband's certificate of appointment from ICA as she recalls the kindness shown by some of his ex-colleagues.
Straightening out Hasyali's uniform.
Buttoning Hasyali's uniform.
Naadira folds Hasyali's uniform to be put in storage.
Naadira pauses and takes a final look at Hasyali's work belongings packed in a case for storage.
Hasyali's prayer mat lays in front of Naadira.
Naadira breaks down in tears before going through a plastic bag with her husband's final outfit.
Crying into Hasyali's Superman hoodie.
Naadira folds the hoodie after recounting events from Hasyali's final days.
Deciding she isn't ready to pack away the clothes Hasyali wore when he died, Naadira puts them back into the wardrobe.
Reading letters to her from her older son who was 6 when his father died.
One letter reads, "my luv is mising I want you to fid my luv." (My love is missing. I want you to find my love.)
Naadira taking a moment, resting her head against the door of the wardrobe before closing it.
Before leaving home to pick up her boys, Naadira looks at Hasyali's backpack that remains hooked on the wall, still as it was the last time he used it.
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