Waleed J. Iskandar
(1967-2001)
"Wherever he was, that became the best place in the world to be"
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Your absence has left our days in gloom. The worst part of the day is when your Mom and I are alone. I mention alone, but I am wrong. There are always three in the room. The third is you. Whenever we are alone your memory pops in front of us. We start recalling your stories. We do not stop until the tears start pouring. Then we hug each other, rest our heads on each other shoulder and wonder about what has happened to us? What did we do wrong to earn this suffering and pain? But if we have done some wrong, why should Waleed pay the price? Two hundred days have passed since you have departed this world and it is the same story. I wonder when things will change around the house? I doubt if it will ever .... (03/30/2002) |
 Our beloved son Waleed HAPPY EASTER We miss you very much Mom and Dad (03/31/2002) |
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We have some friends who lost their daughter five years ago, when she was 37 years old. They are very close friends. So, we are in contact, regularly. Many a time I have indicated to them that it is time that they should restart their ordinary life. We talked about heaven and the almighty. We talked about the peace in which their daughter now resides. But, I always was met with their refusal to stop their mourning. To say the truth, I could not believe that they should mourn so long. Now, that we lost our son, I owe them an apology. I can understand why they would not stop their mourning. Here I am sending my apology to Therese and Fouad for not understanding them all this time. They are right. The loss of a child is not easy. No one can understand it unless he experiences it. Please God save all parents the agony of this experience. (04/02/2002) |
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Today, I started a new webpage. I called it Waleed Journal (written by members of family, friends and colleagues). I will collect these writings about their memories of you. Then I will upload them to your website chronologically according to the time. I hope one day it will be a book of your biography. (04/05/2002) |
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Yesterday, Wissam sent me some photographs taken during the ASK years. (Thank you Wissam!) Some of them were taken on a trip to Cyprus. Others were taken in the equestrian club in Kuwait. But this one I cherish very much:  The place is the Sheraton Hotel. The occasion was your graduation ceremony from High school, 1984. You were the Valedictorian. You were eloquent. That day my heart felt so big ......... You always made my heart feel big. (04/12/2002) |
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Yesterday, I finished reading a book by "Ken Gire". It is called "The Weathering Grace of God". I enjoyed reading every page of it. I would like to quote a prayer from it: Dear Lord, Help me in suffering my cross to look to you and gain strength from how you suffered yours, to bear the pain of my unanswered questions the way you bore yours. Help me to see that even in the darkest and the aloneness of your forsakenness, still you loved, still you forgave, still you trusted yourself to the care of your Father's hands. Sometimes, Jesus, the road to the Father's house seems so long and so steep and sometimes I get so tired. Here and there I need an angel, Lord, someone along the way to lift my head, to point the way, and to tell me the truth about the road ahead. Grant me traveling mercies for the journey, Lord. Help me to be as hopeful in my joy as I am honest in my sorrow. Sorrowful but always rejoicing, knowing that I shall be more and more tired, I shall also be nearer and nearer to Thee. (04/16/2002) |
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Life without you seems so different. You have left a void that's as big as the universe. Your life here on earth had such meaning, from the amount of love and energy that you showed every one. Those of us left behind still remember how you touched them in your special way. Each one can recite an anecdote of how you touched him. Each one has a precious memory of your friendship. As for me, the pain in my heart can't be measured. A real part of my own life has died in your death. Sorrow and suffering fill my empty soul which bears the wound of an ever lasting scar. My tears are a sign of my great love for you. The pain still goes on. But then Jesus blessed those who mourn. On the mountain, HE said to his disciples: Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. (04/18/2002) |
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I sometimes don't know what to do. So I start praying: Lord God, You surely know the amount of pain that the loss of our beloved son has caused me. Lord, help me to understand why did my son die? Lord, You are the Almighty who has the answers for everything. Open my eyes and let me see the road I should follow. Lord, I promise I will be your servant the rest of my remaining days. Our son's death has changed my life for ever. I am a different man. (04/19/2002) |
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(Service at Westminster Abbey, London, 29 November 2001 ) By Wesley Carr (Dean of Westminster Abbey) Today, I received by post the video copy of the Service at Westminster Abbey for the United Kingdom families of those who lost their lives in the United States on 11 September 2001. Along with the video I received the order of service. Here below is the piece that was prepared and read by the Dean of Westminster Abbey, Mr Wesley Carr: At the blowing of the wind and in the decay of autumn; in the chill of winter and the promise of spring, under the blue sky and in the warmth of summer; we remember them. At the dawn of day and at the setting of the sun; we remember them. With joys we long to share and with sorrows we bear alone in work we have to do and life we have to live; we remember them. With thankfulness and regrets, with memories of the past and hopes for the future, for all that and all that might have been; we remember them. (04/19/2002) |
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