In the thirst of Ayisha Ahmed El Hadj Hashem Rahmah al-Sallah
Abdalmahmoud Ismail Abdul Mahmoud al-Arab, Cairo
My precious grandmother, my mother's mother... left and buried in your undress, but you're staying.
Here in Egypt, in Cairo, the dawn of the ninth blessed Friday of May 2025 in calm, quiet and reassurance and vested in God, determination, faith and great patience that you were meeting with your Lord, in a gloomy moment that would make you happy and happy in the love of him, and that your tongue would not be lost in spite of the fallacious ills and you were lying in care. Today, you have lost your sweet pale face, and despite the great vacuum that you left in our world, but we still have the treasure of good creation that you planted in our soil with a crusade of green winds and glorious roses, and with how many beautiful memories your company carries with you, we will carry in our hearts and hearts the warmth of your still great place.
You've been a sanctuary, a voice that assures us that we're focused on in time of distress, a blessed light that threatens us in the darkest of the most difficult situations.
We won't forget your tenderness that was before your words, nor your wisdom that was lighting the way.
You're the one who instilled the good ones, and raised generations for love and mercy.
We won't cry a bell, we cry gracefully and goodbye... and we forget our souls that we have a date in a house of graciousness, no exorcism, a heaven displayed by heaven and earth, no eye that saw, no ear, no danger to the heart of humans."
May our grandmother and our high-ranking martyrs, who are happy to meet you, comfort Khalidin in your great mercy, testified to you that she was a faithful Muslim who feared you in secret and in public, not to denounce anyone, but to be generous and honest without limits.
Goodbye, Grandma... you left us with unspeakable tranquillity, and it's unforgettable effect.
Abdul Mahmoud Ismail Al-Arab
abdalmahmoudalarabi18@gmail.com