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Ten Years Ago on July 9 My world changed forever. What I once had known and held dear to my heart was to be no more. On the night of July 9, 1996 I lost my older brother. Some say that I'm strong, others just don't know what to say. All I know is that he left the house that day and never came home. He returned to the world from which he came. To be nearer to the One he called his "best friend." Since the day I found those words written in a journal he kept, I find it hard to call anyone my best friend. I miss my brother so much that my heart feels numb. My eyes always swell up with tears, but I hold them back. I don't let them cascade down my face and fall to the ground - not because I want to bottle it all up and hide, but because I know he wouldn't want me to. I lost a part of me when he left. There is a void in my heart that I don't want to fill. It's there as a constant reminder of him. And, that's basically all I have left - reminders... and I don't want to lose those. Some say that once I really get close to a person I will push them away. I know that that's true. I do - do that. I don't think about doing it it's a subconscious movement that I make. It's the way my heart makes sure I don't feel that pain again. But, there is no guarantee that I won't I thank Allah (swt) for every moment that I was given with bhaiyah and I pray that he will, Inshallah, be granted Junnah. I will hold him dear to my heart forever and I will always love him. ~July 2003~ |
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A yellow rose for all the friends he left behind, a weaping red rose for those who love him so dearly, a white rose for purity and the two lone roses for the two siblings he left behind. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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In His Memory He looks at me and smiles As if he knows what lurks in my heart He does not know And he may never know Because he is gone That his memory follows me everywhere To the ends of the earth I have traveled But, he will not leave me His memory makes my heart ache And my eyes fill with tears But, I know he is in Heaven Away from all whose who can hurt him And near the only One who truly loves him September 1996 |
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