I imagine in a recurring contemplative pause, loving its space from time to time, and loving the kindness and hope it draws in me, in a rapidly revolving world, full of destinies. I emulate people I loved, situations I experienced that had a beautiful impact, and dreams whose reality I seek. Allow me to imitate something of what is in the soul, perhaps it will remain a trace that will be read by souls longing for its meanings.
To my tender mother, who gave birth to me with her overflowing tenderness, generosity, generosity, and compassion, and because I was the last of the cluster, I never hesitated to place my head in her warm embrace, inhaling the aroma of affection, love, and motherhood. I was not satisfied with being close to you and serving you. I was the youngest, and fate wanted you to lie in your last years on a sick bed. I still enjoy your love and your abundance of kindness and generosity. I have learned a lot from you. The afternoon dish and the Ramadan dish, I carry it to the neighbors’ house. Its impact on my life is clear and constant, and every time I move away from it, I remember your kind words, your looks, and your endless questions about me. Oh God, have mercy on her as she raised me when I was young, and gather me with her in the highest paradise.
To my beloved father, I will never forget those moments in which you were my support. You taught me to take responsibility and how to rely on myself. You taught me to love the mosque and the call to prayer. I miss your melodious voice in the mihrab of Al-Ma’awda Mosque, and your beautiful, tender supplications in Ramadan during Tarawih prayers. As they say: The father is a support, yes, a support for his children and his family, as he always writes words that I have kept… It is enough for me to see you happy in your life, and your heart does not carry any worry or distress. I am proud of you, my father, whenever I hear from those who studied under your hands, and I am proud of you every moment when I remember your gestures that remained a lasting influence in my life and the life of my family. Oh God, have mercy on him as he raised me when I was young, and gather me with him in the highest paradise.
To my big brothers and sisters, to my support in life, to those I long to meet every now and then, to those with whom I lived within the walls of the Oud House, whose traces whenever I passed in Farjan Al-Hala, I recalled the beautiful moments we lived together, and you were my support and help in the needs of life. Whenever we meet, the more I read on your faces the tiredness of the days, and the nostalgia for the beautiful past, and with it I contemplate your laughter, your spontaneity, and your patience with the fates of life, and I read between the lines your genuine love, your warm feelings, the tolerance of your souls, and your ability to continue the path of love that our parents set, and to be pillars of goodness, planting love in the generations, and nurturing it with your wisdom and mature experience. Yes, here we meet with you to tell generations a story of communication, love, and giving, a story whose source is goodness, purity of hearts, and beauty of souls. It does not pay attention to the painful past, does not rely on meekness and laziness, and does not become preoccupied with satanic machinations that seek to undermine the structure of good families. May God protect you and keep you as an asset and support for us in life, and extend your lives in obedience to Him in health and well-being.
To the beautiful trail that I love and loved, to that favorite slogan in my heart, “And the trail remains,” and to all its positions, fields, stations, and characters, to all the meanings of goodness that I carried in my heart, and which had many purposes, which I always return to pleasing my Lord, and to being a fruitful harvest in the lives of others. I will remain in the covenant as long as I live, a symbol of goodness, leaving its mark wherever it is, known by those who know the intentions of my heart, and those who know how to walk in the steps of goodness without hesitation. Our goal is to please God Almighty first, as it is the authentic path to the signs of success.
That impact reached its peak in the first years of rehabilitation, when we exchanged meetings, and the self-giving self at that time took the initiative to work without procrastination. We took the initiative to learn, and then we presented what we learned to other generations, and the harvest and impact were beautiful in the field of teaching the Holy Book of God. The most beautiful of them is when someone meets you on the side of the road and reminds you of that Quranic circle in the mosque in which you taught. Today he is a forty-year-old skilled doctor, and when he exchanges feelings of warmth with you, of whom you taught a letter and created glory for him and positively affected his personality, then the secrets of your face light up with joy, that there is Hidden prayers have been made available to you, to relieve you of what awaits you in the unseen.
As for those who learned the remembrance and prayed in the most beautiful places in Mecca, Mina and Arafat, the effect will remain with them forever as long as I live. It is another story of impact that was made in the purest of places, thanks to God Almighty first, and then thanks to people who dedicated their lives to God to serve the guests of the Most Gracious, so the Most Merciful chose you to be a servant of His guests without hesitation, and chose you to be there in the land of divine abundance. It is the lasting effect that a person does not give up on, and it is the blessing of generous kindness that honors you with your intention and chooses you to wash yourself from the filth of life. Only there remains the effect.. it remains good. You leave it in the hearts of pilgrims who are thirsty to quench their thirst from the rivers of faith and closeness to God. After that, the echoes of your voice remain, in which they remember every moment they lived with you, and their souls were filled with remembrance and supplication, and perhaps those songs and the atmosphere of competitions that left an impression and beautiful smiles. They are small areas of a large sea, and I contemplated on its shore what would help me to continue on the path of life, better than I was, and we remain committed to the covenant, offering goodness and giving life, and increasing the energy of the hands raised to the sky, praying for us at all times.
A glimmer of hope
There are many lines whose beauty we adore, that make us turn away a lot from everything that disturbs the peace of our lives, disturbs the path of the beautiful trail, and our goals that aspire to a paradise as wide as the heavens and the earth. Oh God, make us better than they think, and do not hold us accountable for what they say, and forgive us what they do not know.
