just one

We are three brothers with the same name
I don\'t know why my father wanted that
My mother argued with him a lot
She no longer knows who the girls next door are complaining about
Nor the owner of the candy cart
Or a school teacher
It was the difference between us
Now that I\'m over forty
They all went to God
Our neighbor told me when your two brothers died
We can tell your father, Qasim is dead again
He says he\'s out there playing