(Dahbah) … which will not die
In the memory of the heart, some souls reside a place that is not havked and does not turn the glow of the days, and among these spirits – but in the foreground – my aunt, and my second mother, the present: present:
Umm Kulthum Ibrahim al -Qaouri (Geni).
What I believe is his name and what I believe in his nickname …
Gold does not rust, and if it is absent under the burial, it does not lose its brilliance or its value, but the days increase from appreciation and reverence.
She died, whose brilliance was not a day in a solution or an ornament, but rather in her generosity, her chastity and her gifts, in her big heart, her hand which did not make simplicity and her mind which did not know selfishness or failure for a duty or a call.
It was, as we knew, and as all those who crossed it, a nation of mercy, walked on the ground …
His belly reached, the weak, the parent and the foreigner are honored, and the places of need are sought without declaration and without boasting.
How much I accompanied him … and how much you taught me in his silence, unless the words teach him …
It was only to go together
She honored me with her car, which made her a way for good and not for decoration.
Rather, she left her car that she bought with a huge money with me
For a period of several years, and her and her daughters
Not wanting to drive.
And she wanted to be her movement in good and not satisfied until her participation paying part of the price of fuel.
Even if I was in my car, she insisted that our movement in her car was the one that made her a goodness door
The patient decreases, the needy and the goal of the appellant.
She gave her movement to that
I am a witness
She wore food support, treatments and drugs
Many, and without my knowledge, but wait for money
For the people I know and I don’t know them
How she suddenly stopped at the door of a house … or in a corner …
I first thought that he passed letters or papers … until I was certain without saying myself even once these circumstances transport their gifts to the needy, you do not know them all, and they only know them if the clouds know the thirsty …
I left without goodbyes …
As if she was satisfied not to see in our eyes, the sadness of her departure, the compassion for us
She left and she fills our world
Continue, tender and tender
And I left a vacuum that no one will fill it …
As if she had not left us, but dressed us, in the memory of our impulses, and in the concern of the life that takes place in its inhabitants and the progeny …
His daughters – Fatima, Safe, Conscience, Randa and Brush – Sisters for us … And if you do not give birth to our mother … As if a uterus gathered us, and that God has mercy on those who were their belly and mercy …
We ask God, the saint, to make it one of the people of the highest paradise, and to make the blessing in his offspring, and they are already and said
They walk on his way in kindness,
Her daughters and grandchildren (Mustafa Abdel -Azim, Alaa and Fatima
And names, Amin, Muhammad and Ahmed
And Makki Aladdin Makki and his brothers Mustafa and Uday)
We love them all
Because they are the sizes of the immortal mother
Umm Kulthum (Bage).
We ask God that
They give them a beautiful magnificent effect, until the day of judgment …
Oh my God, forgive him and have mercy on her,
And I replaced it with a house better than his house, and it is better than his people,
And make him engrave a kindergarten in paradise …
Amen.
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