His martyrdom orphaned two hundred students. This is a good description of how we really felt. His students wept so bitterly at his wake that one would have thought they had lost their nearest and dearest loved ones. If your gaze fell on someone in any given direction, you would think that he or she must be the deceased son or daughter. There were some [journalists] who had shown up hoping to interview some of his students, but when they saw the way we were grieved they dared not approach us. They thought that we must be members of the deceased’s close family. They did not think it possible for a human being to establish such close emotional relationships with his students.