We walk our path, and with us walks our creed, steadfast and unshaken by a whisper of doubt.
And from Ghada’s gentle soul of faith and purity,
whose prayers rise softly . We borrow patience for her sake,
even as our tears betray us.
For those who once found a home within our hearts,
their absence carves a quiet ache in our soul.
Yet their memory stays with us, ever intertwined with ours as a lamp of wisdom that steadies our minds and soothes their trembling.
