Thinking of you... Always...

mood: nostalgic

craving: to hold my son, Mubarak again. 

My beautiful daughter wrote this poem for her little brother, Mubarak. He passed away in 2004.  Alhamdulilah (Thank God for everything) inshallah (God's willing) we will see each other in Jannah (Heaven). 

For the brother I never got to see except for a single picture. Your tiny feet inked forever on a ray of yellow card.

At twenty weeks you entered this world without a single breath. On mom's 35th, the day the tsunami shook Sri Lanka to its core.

You shook our hearts, little brother.

We all felt the waves wash over our hearts.

She held you, brother

With a tenderness only a grieving mother could 

and then she kissed your forehead as tears rolled down her cheeks.

The next day we buried you

Deep in the frozen ground.

Mom stayed home.

A look of solemn acceptance had taken over her face.

The sky cried frozen snowflakes,

Mourning the loss of you.

You would be 6 this year, brother.

I can almost imagine the front teeth missing from your mouth.

And perhaps the curly jungle you call hair.

I miss you...

Without knowing how or why...

Or maybe it's the thought of what could have been.

I love you, little brother

The way only a big sister could.

My beautiful daughter wrote this for the son we lost back in 2004.

Mubarak we love you. Mubarak means, blessings in Arabic.

Author: Amber (My daughter) 




final whisper:   “Innaa Lillaahi wa innaa ilayhi raaji’oon (Truly, to Allaah we belong and truly, to Him we shall return

I thought of you today...

mood: dreamy

craving: holding my first born son, Mubarak (

Salam Alykom (peace be with you) my dear sisters and brothers and hola to all my non-Muslim followers. I Hope everyone had a great week. The weekend has started in the middle east and one more day for us Americans. Back in 2004 we got the best news ever, I was gonna have a baby. But, it ended sadly. Alhamdulilah (Thanks to God) for everything. I just will never forget his face or his little body when I first held him. I pray that I meet him in Jannah (heaven) someday. He will forever be in my heart and mind. I wrote this the day he was buried, as the snow fell down. I just wanted to hold him forever and keep him warm and safe.

I thought of you today.

Everywhere I looked and every baby I saw i couldn't help to think about YOU
what would your smile look like? and your big eyes too. You have to know I will always love YOU.
Would you want to get out of your stroller, and run? or would you cry to go with your father when he rode the rides with your sister? what would you do?
I thought of you today.
I guess I will never stop dreaming of you day and night.
Wonder what your run would look like.
Your hands upon your fathers face, when you caress his beard.
I thought of YOU today.
We will leave Germany forever but not YOU my son.
Cause forever you will be in our hearts and there you will always stay.
Inshallah (God's willing) my dear son we will meet again in Jannah (Heaven.) But, until then just know that..
I thought of YOU today.
Love your Mother final whisper: Until we meet again...  

Texan, after UAE.....