Try reading this without getting emotional. A heartwarming and even heart-wrenching letter.
Released Guantanamo Bay detainee: Mohammed Al-Hamiri, a Yemeni, penned this diary entry about his mother:
“Dear mother, I wish I could write to you with my blood on the walls of history so that these walls could tell the story of my love and loyalty to you, and light a candle for you in history. And even then, I could not even come close to paying you back for all those nights when you stayed up so I could sleep, when you went hungry so I could eat. You cried and hoped to see me free one of these days, and each day as the sun goes down and disappears into the horizon to mark the end of a day, I remember that you are getting weaker and I start to worry.
Mother, without you, I’m like a small boat lost in the middle of the ocean waves in a scary dark night. If I could take away all your sorrows and put them in my heart, I would not hesitate to do so and keep them forever, and you would always see my smile. But I know that you would not accept any such thing, because sacrifice is your trade, love is your name and compassion is your nature. We will see each other again one day, in sha Allah (God willing). I will carve the day in which we meet again in all my being, in sha Allah (God willing), and kiss your head to tell the entire world that you are the breath of air that I found to become alive again.”
He was released on Saturday after over 14 years of detention without charge and met his mother, falling to the ground still in his Guantanamo uniform to kiss her feet…
SubhanAllah.
How many of us have our mothers and fathers around us, yet we don’t shower them with 1% of the love this brother has conveyed in this letter.
Go to your parents right now, embrace them, kiss their hands, their heads, their feet. Let them know how much they mean to you, since one day they won’t be around and that day you will regret for taking them for granted.
Rabbir Humhumma Kama Rabba Ya’ni Sagheera
Oh my Lord, have mercy upon them like they did when I was small.
May Allah grant the highest levels of Jannah to those who have been oppressed and kept away from their loved ones unjustly.