How suffocating the sorrow was, and the scene was painful and heartbreaking in the last look while she was lying in her shroud.
You left me alone here
She rested alone in the dirt
Where is my shadow Alhani has
You left me to nowhere (1)
May God have mercy on you, my mother..
May God have mercy on you and forgive you.. How painful your loss is.. And how painful your separation is..
You left and did not say goodbye to me, as you have always done since I met you. You did not wave your hands at me like every time.
You are gone, my beloved mother.. and the month of Ramadan that you have been waiting for with longing for the pious worshipers will not bring us together with you every year!
Your Ramadan trip.. Your carpet.. Prayer sheets.. Your prayers that envelop us.. Your perfume.. The return that you love and your incense.. Your looks that are filled with praise and happiness, and you see your sons, sons and daughters, gathering around you, and everyone in the house surrounding you.. You become familiar with them and they forget that you are with them And between them..
Your gifts.. and the “Jeddah Qibla” feasts that young and old await on the morning of each Eid will not come forever.. The gathering of sons, daughters, and grandchildren around you on every Eid has departed with you.. How painful and terrifying it is that it will not return.. It will not return.. forever!!
Where is the one who possessed people's hearts?
Where did you enter people's hearts
batches without permission
Where are you drawn to this universe
His picture is in the most beautiful colors
Since the day she left, her picture has been on the walls
It appears in front of me where the worries and sorrows are raging
Or whenever the Fajr prayer comes in Ramadan (2)
Your home in Jeddah misses you.. Resting at the top of the mountain in Al-Samer neighborhood with all its stories, memories and guests makes you cry, mother..
Your house is in your hometown, Afra, and your mosque and my father will miss Um Ayed.
The orphans, the needy and the needy who were waiting for “Umm Ayed” every summer in “Afra” will miss that caring hand extended with goodness and giving.
The courtyard of the house and the farm.. the grapes, basil, ponds, and your sitting after every sunset on that balcony.. the trees that you used to inspect and water every morning.. all of them weep and miss you, my mother..
This happiness, the cloud of goodness, and the cloud of giving have departed and bid farewell to all places.
Everyone in the universe holds her secret
Like a socket from the Most Gracious
The eye, if a little neglected, does not see
But who lives on the wings does not miss
My mother's face appears in front of me every time
The wind of grief intensified in the grieving heart
It became nice with the days
Neither absent nor visible (3)
Your good heart, my mother, who knows nothing but love and loyalty.
May God have mercy on you, O mother of honor, loyalty, nobility, and mother of generosity and generosity.
Forgive me, mother.. How much did I lie to you when you asked about Moataz.. Even in your last days and on your bed in the hospital.. and the disease tightened its grip on you. Your constant question was: Give me good news, how is Moataz? I used to tell you that he is good, to reassure your broken heart.. In fact, he is not good, and neither are you, my mother.
You were afraid of loss and death.. It is not love in life.. Rather, it is a clinging and attachment to us, your children.. I will not forget as long as I live your constant supplication, “Keep you beside me. Without making us sad.. We are the ones who made you sad.. What a loss and what a heartbreak!
After you, we have tasted the bitterness of loss and the anguish of death.
May God have mercy on you, my dearest one.
O Allah, make Jannatul Firdaus your resting place, O Allah, and make your patience over the illness that afflicted you a reward and a purification.
May God reward you, my beloved mother, and reward my dear father on behalf of all of us.
Conclusion.
How true and deep is this statement:
"We do not die at once.. If a lover leaves us, a part of us dies.. If a friend leaves us, a second part dies.. If a dream is killed, another part dies.. Then death comes to carry the rest of the parts."
God have mercy..
Riyadh, March 15
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(1) Abdullah Al-Bardouni.
(2), (3) Farouk Jwaida.
Jaber Al-Qarni