'I wish so bad that I could hear her one more time' says eldest son of Barrhaven femicide victim | Page 907 | Unpublished
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Author: Abyssinia Abebe
Publication Date: April 27, 2026 - 17:46

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'I wish so bad that I could hear her one more time' says eldest son of Barrhaven femicide victim

April 27, 2026
Everyone has a catchphrase. For Fernaz “Nancy” Farahani it was: Life is beautiful. “She would always say it,” her eldest son Arya Farahani, 34, told the Ottawa Citizen on Monday morning. “And I wish so bad that I could hear her one more time…” he added, swallowing tears as he grappled with the unimaginable. “Because […]


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