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I have grown old, met many people, engaged in countless arguments and discussions as part of my job. But I have never felt weak in my life except when I hear one phrase, my weak spot: "For the sake of Umm Sakhr."

This phrase always brings tears to my eyes, as the cursed memory drags me unwillingly to that bed, sitting by her feet, talking to her in hopes of distracting her from the pain. I was not born with superpowers to extract her pain like bad blood is drawn from a pure body. Memories flood back to me of Umm Sakhr's smile, which I miss dearly. She filled my heart with life; she was not just my mother, but my friend, my name was tied to hers.

She was the last remnant of tenderness and compassion, my paradise on earth, my lost one after my father. In her final days, I never left her side, not a day passed without her blessings and prayers. She was kind to everyone, peaceful, never gossiping. Umm Sakhr was like a breeze, never breaking anyone's heart, never making anyone sad. No one ever complained about her words, she was good-natured, a delightful presence, generous, and well-mannered. I could go on until morning listing her virtues, but what soothes my heart is the good memories everyone who knew her has of her. I was a loving and obedient son, never refusing her requests.

Life without a mother is not life; it’s just days passing with a bitter taste, empty dates. My heart breaks at every memory, picture, and dream of her. Her memory is forever in my heart. Her departure hurts me every moment, my wounds never heal, she never leaves my thoughts. I need her, my heart has withered without her love. I wish for just one more session by her bedside.

Everyone who knew her praised her and kept a good memory of her in their hearts. This was Umm Sakhr, simple, kind, good-natured, originally from Salt. She left, leaving a bleeding wound in my heart. She is my lost one, whom I will never forget, the tender, loving mother. May God grant her paradise.

On the anniversary of her departure, I pray from the depths of my heart that God has mercy on her and grants her the highest heaven with the martyrs, prophets, and the righteous.

The pain of losing a mother at an older age is deep. Peace be upon her soul, my father's soul, and my siblings' souls, the joy of my heart.

Your loving son, Sakhr.