Here... Haitham’s Page is Folded

Here... Haitham’s Page is Folded

Here... the book of life is closed,
And the page is closed, written by the time with the ink of patience and purity.
Here ends a tale whose details we never tired of,

The story of an ambitious young man who knew no path to despair,

He struggled, grew weary, endured, yet remained steadfast through all hardships.
He gave from his heart before his hand,
A beacon of generosity, a pillar of love,
Never awaiting a reward or thanks.

He left... in utter silence,
As if apologizing for the departure.
He gave us no time to bid farewell,
No chance for a last embrace

Instead, he passed away like one afraid to make us weep...
Leaving us to bear our grief in quiet,
Like children who lost the warmth of your chest.

Here...
A candle that lit the paths has flickered out,
A voice that filled the space with solace has gone silent,
A kind soul has left us,
Left without a sound, as if shy of our tears.

O Haitham...
Though your body is gone,
You remain in every beautiful memory,
In every noble gesture,
In every heart that loved you and will never forget you,

Rest with contented eyes, O you who wearied,
Rest in peace, as you lived—pure and serene.

Muhannad El-Zobaidi