Yesterday, we arrived the news of the death of the child, Fajr Bint Hassan Janahi, at the age of no more than five years. Although Bahrain has been accustomed to receiving news on phone screens, some news does not pass unnoticed. I felt that my soul stopped for a moment, and that time slowed down, as if the heart wondered in astonishment, then contemplates the wisdom of God in this world, which combines successive sorrows, and a passing joy as an eye of an eye.
I extended my hand to my phone spontaneously and without noticing, perhaps it was a kind of escape or in search of something that reduces the pain of this painful news. I found me swimming in a sea of memories of my brother and my friend Hassan Janahi -may God have mercy on him -who left five years ago in the last breath of Ramadan, in God’s destiny and destiny. I started asking the phone, using the deep technology memory, as if I was helping it to give me something of good: his smile, or his blissful voice when he answered in contact, or perhaps a passing gesture from his humble recitation that has always cried behind him in prayer.
The phone told me a few minutes later about Hassan, but it did not tell me about my feeling that fills my heart at this moment; The feeling of loss that the words do not translate and do not understand the software software, no matter how it develops. That simple human feeling that has not been and will not be able to simulate it. Then, I remembered a tweet of a person from Saudi Arabia, who never met Hassan, wrote on the day of his death: “What did you hide with God until Twitter overflows with mercy on you who knew you and who did not know you!”; Words were established in my memory and remained stuck in my heart to this day.
Today, with the departure of his young daughter, Fajr, who came to the world and did not see her father, as he left without seeing her beautiful eyes, she realized more that life is short, and that we leave and we only have what we offer from good work, goodness, love and charity in the hearts of people.
These devices that we carry are no longer just luminous screens or smartphones, but rather a record of our collective memory, preserving the names of those who loved us, their pictures, and their hadiths, and preserved these transit human moments that we may have forgotten, but they return to remind us of God, God willing, when the need is touched. Our eyes may be closed to the pictures of our loved ones leaving this world, but the technology opens a wide record of their good life, so we return to remember them again, as if they did not leave us at all.
May God have mercy on the daughter of my brother Hassan Janahi, who followed her father five years after his absence, and made her an intercession for her family, and linked to her mother’s heart and her essence, and gathered her in the gardens of bliss. And your memory remains, O Hassan, present among us, its technology preserves in its records, after God wrote in the hearts of your loved ones, and the question of that tweet remains present in my heart always: “What did you hide between you and God until people love you like this?”
* Technical expert
