A beautiful memory
One of my best childhood memories was my dad teaching me new interresting things about arabic poetry .
he spoke about the age of ignorance and how many poets left us a trully valuable heritage from poems to quots about life , love , humans , and a lot of other wise topics that I really enjoyed listening to . but the best one for now is a poet from "al jahyilya " called “hatem al taiy” .
his big generosity has made him an icon amongst arabs until today , and my dad loved walking on his steps that his eyes were full of passion and brightness when he spoke about that man , since that time , I loved the act of giving , even a small thing such as a piece of candy or even a sweet word , makes me happy till now that I want to give all of me and everything I have to whoever needs something , just like my father who had never hesitated giving all his time and money to anyone who needed him . even if he himself was needy or broke .
his death was the hardest thing we’ve been through as a family , no one could stand the fact that he’s gone , and still everyone who comes to remember him till now says “ there’s no such person
with his kindness and generosity .
Thank you dad , for everything you taught me.
May your soul rest in peace my sweet inspiration.