I drew your face, my father, not to fill the void left by your absence, but to embrace your memory every time my heart aches for you. To hold your image close when my arms can no longer reach you, and to remind the world that your presence within my soul is deeper and more lasting than any earthly presence ever could. Forgive me if my hands fall short in capturing the greatness of who you are. No painting can do justice to such a noble soul as yours, and no words can express how much I miss you. But I hold on to the promise of a renewed union beyond this world, where, God willing, we will meet again in Paradise, with no more distance, no more longing and forever together. Until then, you remain in every heartbeat, in every prayer and in every line my pen writes. —. By the respected daughter of the blessed martyr, Syed Muhammad Ahmed Al-Moussawi (RA) Al Fatih.

I drew your face, my father, not to fill the void left by your absence, but to embrace your memory every time my heart aches for you. To hold your image close when my arms can no longer reach you, and to remind the world that your presence within my soul is deeper and more lasting than any earthly presence ever could. Forgive me if my hands fall short in capturing the greatness of who you are. No painting can do justice to such a noble soul as yours, and no words can express how much I miss you. But I hold on to the promise of a renewed union beyond this world, where, God willing, we will meet again in Paradise, with no more distance, no more longing and forever together. Until then, you remain in every heartbeat, in every prayer and in every line my pen writes. —. By the respected daughter of the blessed martyr, Syed Muhammad Ahmed Al-Moussawi (RA) Al Fatih.