Waleed J. Iskandar
(1967-2001)
"Wherever he was, that became the best place in the world to be"
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For those who said time heals, The pain within me is like the ripples in the lake caused by a pebble. It grows bigger and bigger with time. I wonder when it will stop growing!
I see Waleed all around me. |
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You always wanted a home on the beach, So that your kids do water ski. This dream will never come to be true, Since you have left abruptly. Mom and I sit and watch the sunset, We wish that you were with us, But alas this wish will never come true, And we end up crying. When something happens during the hours of the day That might give me the feeling of happiness. My thoughts spontaneously shift towards you; And adopt the feeling of sadness. How could I feel happy, When you are here no more. It is unfair to your memory, That I should feel so merry. So my son, rest assured, Happiness will never come near. Since it is synonym with your presence, And this can never be here. Everything beautiful reminds me of you, Sunset, sunrise and the in between. That is what you were to me all your life, And it will stay as such until I leave. (01/13/2002) |
They tell me it is unfair, I have other siblings to look for. But how can I convince this heart of mine, That what I hear is what should be. Is there a time limit for my grief, For me it is eternity. As long as I live, You will be in my memory. The terrorists did not take one life, By your death they killed two more. Mom and Dad are living in body, Their souls are already with you. (01/18/2002) |
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My eyes run into a serene scene; Something that gives me pleasure. But my head does not let me appreciate. My ears listen to a tune; A tune that gives me peace and rest. But my head does not let me enjoy. My nose comes across a nice smell; A smell that enriches the soul. But my head does not let me relish. My hands touch something soft; A touch that tickles the nerves. But my head does not let me admire. My tongue tastes a dish that you savor; The dish that Mom prepares and you enjoy. But my head does not let me possess. Everything beautiful reminds me of you. You are beauty and Beauty is you. But my head will always remind me: How can I enjoy? How can I be Happy? Waleed is not here any more? (01/29/2002) |
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One hundred forty seven days have passed since your death my son. Your memory is so vivid and hot as the sun. Today's reading was from the second book of Samuel. When the servant came to the King and told him of the death of Absalom. The king as he wept said "My son Absalom! My son, My son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you, Absalom my son, my son!". I can understand in what state the king was!!! (02/05/2002) |
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This morning, one hundred and fifty one nights after you passed away, Samia walk me at 4:00 AM and she had a big smile on her face. She told me of her dream. For the first time she saw you in her sleep. (You have just arrived from one of your trips. She asked you "how was your trip?". You answered, as usual "it was great!". Then you asked her to get you the Time and the Newsweek magazines from Dad ). You wanted to read and catch up with what was happening in the world? Just like you !!! As for me, not yet. I did not see you, yet, in my sleep. I am still waiting for that dream!!! I hope it will be soon??? I will settle for meeting you in my dreams until the time comes when we meet for ever in our eternal life. (02/09/2002) |
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He was a gift for us for 34 years. He had so many friends. It was so easy for him to make friends and never forget them. When I receive a condolence letter from one of his many friends, my eyes weep. Each word of praise is a reminder of who is Waleed. Each phrase of commend is proof of their love to Waleed. Each sentence of admiration is evidence of what Waleed could have reached. I read them over and over again. They become a part of my daily prayer. (02/09,2002) |
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