 The Western Seekers joined their throngs and shared such moving words. We even heard your praises in the singing of the birds. The Chechens with their caps and vests, the Kurds who wore their sash, the women who made Dua'a the sleeping babies in their laps. As the day of our departure neared, more and more I knew, a sadness grow within my heart, the thought of leaving you. A restlessness within my soul, even as I slept. A glimpse of what Bilal at your departure must have found. As I dawned my shroud and set out for the house of God, I kept looking back and wishing I'd be always where you are. With tears and trembling breaths, my consolation was the hope that this was not good life, but that our love would always grow. With tears and trembling breaths, my consolation was the prayer that this was not the final time that I would greet you there. O Allah, make my family, my community and friends among those who at the basin drink from his blessed hands and in the highest place within the garden are embraced in the loving arms of Ahmed, gazing on his smiling face. Allah, shower your mercy on those who beat us to the grave. We will follow soon behind them, may both they and we be saved. Allah, whom I show your mercy to those who beat us to the grave, and accept this humble offering for our dear Imam Suhaib. May he be there with the chosen one to greet us when we pass through the veil and to welcome us with joyous tears and lives. O Allah, make them in us be loved to your Habib. We ask this by your noble names, Ya Rabbil Alibi. O Allah, make our families, our communities and friends among those who at the basin drink from his blessed hands and in the highest place within the garden are embraced in the loving arms of Ahmed, gazing on his smiling face. With tears and trembling breaths, our consolation is the prayer that this is not the final visit that they need to greet us there. Allahumma salli wa sallim wa barakatuh.