Eighth Day
W
ednesday
, N
ovember
21, 2012
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23-year-old son, performed Al Maghreb Prayer then
called his wife on her cell phone and told her that he
was coming to visit his mother; I was in my mother-
in-law’s house already.
My son was still on his way when his wife
and I heard a sound of a huge explosion in the area.
‘It was one of my sons! I bet it’s one of them!’ I
said unconsciously. My brother, Iyad, looked at me,
said nothing, and turned to where the radio was. He
opened it at the local stations announced my son’s
martyrdom: Ibrahim!
I cried.
It’s never the idea of martyrdom, I always
loved to be a mother of a martyr; it’s the idea of loss.
Losing a person you spent 23 years bringing up, and
to be proud of wherever you go… this loss is never
bearable. The only reason one accepts loss is that
God chose him as a martyr.
My
daughter-in-law
was
pregnant with twins. When he was killed, she
rushed to the hospital and on her way she fell down.
Her twins were at risk. She lost one and the other
was saved. I pray to Allah to save the child, accept
my son as a martyr, help my daughter-in-law bear
the burden and grant us all patience and acceptance.
Ame n .
