Celebrating Her Life

Badrieh looked at the piece of land that her father had bought. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was barely fourteen years old, and her brother Daher was sixteen. “Are you sure this is it?” she asked.
Her brother just stood there gazing at the rocky field. “Yes, this is it,” he mumbled in a sad tone. “It’s the only one here.”
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Celebrating Her Life

Badrieh was a religious person. I wish I can say she influenced me, but she didn’t. I was influenced by my father who questioned everything. Her faith in God was deeply rooted in her heart. In her last days of forgetfulness, she would forget the people closest to her, but she never once forgot how to recite the Abana.
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Celebrating Her Life

As difficult as this has been, I choose to believe the words of Walter Scott - that death is not the last sleep, but rather, the final awakening. Knowing Situ the way that I did, I know that she took great comfort in her faith, her belief in God, and life everlasting. Nevertheless, as I struggled with the shock of her passing...
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Celebrating Her Life

It has only been a few weeks since my precious mother had passed away,And I am still struggling badly with that dreadful reality each and every day. Certainly, February 25,2015 will be marked as the saddest day in my book, I am helplessly searching for answers and unsure where else I should look.
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