From threads of silence, I wove my robe,
And from the tears of eyes, I filled my cup.
Faces blurred alike along my path,
Yet the face of my Lord remains above my head.
When grief befalls a people not my own,
My heart trembles, and my sleep grows faint.
But what if sorrow enters my own home?
Then life and company would fade away.
I shed my tears in silence and with patience,
While tragedies renewed within my heart.
O my son, I gave you the pulse of my heart,
So from your blood my gardens might bloom.
Upon you, may the Merciful bestow His grace,
And may you meet Him among the noblest souls.
Your memory shall ascend in both worlds,
Like a star that sparkles in reflection.
For Fadi, I write these verses in love,
Where poetry broke the walls of my despair.
I will keep within my heart a memory,
That maidens will echo as they quote.
If the son of Adam dies without remembrance,
Alas, for a life that withered in vain.
By my hand
27 July 2025
(A poem of elegy for Fadi, may God envelop him in His vast mercy, who passed away on 8 July 2025.)
