إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ
Ama,
I still struggle to accept that you left us just weeks after Aba.
It feels unreal even now, like if I close my eyes long enough, you both will still be here, sitting together the way you always were. A love like yours and Aba’s was never ordinary. It was steady, quiet, unshakable, the kind of love that shaped everything around it, especially us.
You didn’t just build a home, you built a foundation of patience, dignity, sacrifice, and kindness.
We only understand its depth now, when we try to live without it.
My only comfort is the belief that you are together again in Jannah, just as you were in life, inseparable, at peace, watching over what you left behind.
Your children, your grandchildren all of us carry pieces of you in the way we speak, the way we care, the way we try to do right even when no one is watching.
That is your ongoing charity, your legacy that never stops giving.
Some days I still find myself talking to you in silence, as if you might answer.
Other days I hope you still visit in dreams, just to remind me I’m not alone in this world you both made softer for us.
I miss you, Ama.
I miss you two in ordinary moments and in the heavy ones.
I wish you had stayed longer, but I also understand maybe you simply could not live without Aba, and love called you back to him.
If you can hear me, know this:
You did well.
More than well.
You did beautifully.
And I am endlessly grateful to be your beti.
#TillWeMeetAgainAma