 A poem titled, The Face of My Soul. What words do I have left in me to tell you of my sorrow? A pain that never goes away and will return again tomorrow. What else do I have left in me to show you how I grieve? A grief that always stays with me, a grief that never leaves. This pain is not a ten-day pain that comes and goes with time. This pain is yours, this pain I share with you, this pain forever mine. The pain of losing anything cannot compare to you. No matter what I think I've lost, the loss is never true. You remain the single scar engraved upon my soul. The only loss I mourn each day, a pain to most unknown. If souls were made to represent the face we wear each day, my soul would weep and chant aloud, Labayka Ya Hussain. Salla'ala Muhammad wa Ali Muhammad.