The following is a poem written by
Sister Firdouse’s niece, Annam Nimra.
It was an early Friday morning
Unpredictable, unimaginable, incomprehensible
My heart dropped with the loudest thud –
We had lost a disguised angel.
She never said she was leaving
She never said goodbye
Her last petal had fallen before we knew it
And only the Almighty knows why.
For a while, I lived in sheer denial
I could see her warm smile, her gentle face,
Rewinding and replaying all our joyous moments;
Now, she is irrefutably in a better place.
She was the definition of altruism
She was the jack of all trades
She led behind an irreplaceable void
Her children’s eyes mirrored grief of all shades.
In fondest memory of my dearest aunt
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