How do I even begin! How does one start talking about his late sister without loosing his breath and while hiding tears?
"You have to be strong for the family" Constantly runs through my mind. Myself, I was as fragile and all over the place like scattered glass. It seems I've been lost for words and direction for months but her tremendous love for the Lord is what kept and still keeps me me going till this day. I made Mona a promise, I would follow my dream. Her's was standing with what's right and standing against what's wrong. Equality & Justice, fighting for orphans and refugees. I promise to stand tall and keep her vision and dreams alive...
I reached out to one of her closest friend and I asked her... What did Mona represent to you?
THIS IS WHAT SHE WROTE!!
Mona was not just my closest friend but a sister to me. A part of me.The friend who always wanted the best for me, who put me before her. The friend who would melt my heart with her conversations and laughter.
Mona had a special gift, she could make others feel valued and seen. She shone bright for all those around her and embraced them with her warmth and grace. Like sunshine, she spread her care and love where it was needed and lit up everyones lives. Nothing was impossible for my beloved friend. With a chuckle and a smile, she’d put right many wrongs, address what others were afraid of and showered us with her words of wisdom. Her strength came from her unshakeable faith in her Lord, her belief in his Mercy and Compassion for all. What held her up was her family. The love of her life,her husband. Her children Shayma, Hamza, Asmaa, Nidaa and Walaa. All who carry pieces of her, like a rainbow, all different colours but as one they represent her Mona.