Its a feeling o call it a poem in fond memory of my dear sister Fatima Ishrat Armar who passed away on 7th October 2014 at 6am IST. This morning as I sit here looking up to the sky I keep on asking myself why; How you suffered for oh so long; until that morning when you went home were you belong( Jannah ) The memories of you will always be locked in the corridors of my mind and they will be visited from time to time You fought every day and every night even while you laid there unable to really see any light. I held your hand in ICU while whispering to you I would always be there. Then on that morning when I got the call; all I wanted to do was slam my fist into the wall. I screamed, I cried in every which way that you Di my sister would never go away. For days I watched you lay; not saying a word because there just was no way; The disease took everything you had; How I pleaded to trade with you oh so bad. If I could have traded with you I want you to know; that I would of in a heart beat to have made your body be whole. I want you to know sweet sister of mine that I did everything that I could to hold onto you tight; but now I realized that was not right... I feel in my heart you spoke to me last week; asking how is arsheen and me doing??? Hoping to see us some day... You left this world with dignity and grace; forever in my heart you will have a huge place; I miss you eldest innocent sister; Your suffering is done~ Go play, go walk and most important go cherish all your wishes which was not fulfilled here but cherish it in the beautiful Garden of JANNAH (Ameen)
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 03:11:15 +0000
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