Though you have gone,
Your piety lives on our every minute passes away.
In reflections and wraiths will never be vanished endlessly.
I'm indebted to divinity for the time we had,
Your sentiment always made us cheerful.
Allah wills what Allah wills, and when our time's up, it's up.
I'm a shell with no soul...
Your passing has saddened me off as a person.
May Allah re-unite us in Eden.
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