April Fifteenth, Two Thousand and Seven
I remember it very well. I could still see the whole picture lively in front of me, as if it was yesterday. I still hear it. I still feel it. I can’t believe it. Eight years have passed! Can you believe it? I was young. I was too far away. Maybe that’s why it made it a bit easier for me. And I wasn’t able to understand and realize it clearly. I wish I could have seen you one last time. I wish I had stayed in your arms a bit longer last time you hugged me. I wish I stayed longer with you. I wish our conversations were longer. I’m back, but you are not here any longer. But I’m sure you are in a better place. I miss you. اللهم ارحم جميع موتانا وموتى المسلمين رحمة واسعة وتغمدهم برحمتك .. اللهم قهم عذابك يوم تبعث عبادك .. اللهم أنزل نورا من نورك عليهم .. اللهم نوّر عليهم قبورهم ووسع مدخلهم وآنس وحشتهم .. اللهم ارحم غربتهم وارحم شيبتهم .. اللهم اجعل قبورهم روضة من رياض الجنة ولا تجعل...