ูุงุชูุง ูุตูู ุงูุซุงูู ูุง ุฃุจูู
ู ุงุฐุง ูุดุนุฑ ุงูุฃุจ ุญูู ูุญู ู ูุตู ููุฏู ูู ูุทุนุฉ ูู ุงุดุ
ุญูู ููุตู ููุฏู ุจุตูุฑุ ุฃุตุงุจู ุงูุตุงุฑูุฎ ูุดุทุฑ ุฌุณุฏู ุฅูู ูุตููู. ุญู ููุงู ุนูู ุนุฌู ุฅูู ุณูุงุฑุฉ ุงูุฅุณุนุงู. ูุงู ุฑุฃุณู ุจุฌูุงุฑู ุนูู ุณุฑูุฑูุงุ ููููู ูู ุฃุณุชุทุน ุงูุจูุงุก ูู ุงูุฎููุ ูุทูุจุช ู ู ุงูุณุงุฆู ุฃู ูุชููู ูู ุฃุฌูุณ ุฅูู ุฌุงูุจู.
ูุฒูุช ุจุตุนูุจุฉุ ู ุชูุฆูุง ุนูู ุงูู ุณุนู. ูุญูู ููุถ ู ุณุงุนุฏ ุงูุณุงุฆู ููููุณุญ ูู ู ูุงููุ ุณูุทุช ู ู ุญุฌุฑู ูุทุนุฉ ูู ุงุด ุฌูู ุนุช ูููุง ุฃุดูุงุก ููุฏู. ุฑุฃูุช ุณุงููู ูุฃุญุดุงุกู ุนูู ุงูุฃุฑุถ. ุงูุญููุชุ ูุฌู ุนุชูุง ุจูุฏูุ ูุฃุนุฏุชูุง ุฅูู ุงููู ุงุดุ ุซู ูุถุนุชูุง ูู ุญุถูู.
ุทูุงู ุงูุทุฑูู ุฅูู ุงูู ุณุชุดููุ ููุช ุฃุญู ู ูุตู ููุฏู ูู ุญุถููุ ุจููู ุง ูุงู ูุตูู ุงูุขุฎุฑ ุนูู ุณุฑูุฑ ุงูุฅุณุนุงู. ูู ุฃุนุฑู ููู ูุชุณุน ููุจ ุฃุจู ููุฐู ุงููุญุธุฉุ ููุช ุฃุนุฑู ููุท ุฃู ุจุตูุฑูุง ููุฏูุ ูุฃู ุนููู ุฃู ุฃุจูู ู ุนู.
ูุนูุฏู ุง ูุตููุงุ ูุฒูุช ุฃุญู ู ูุทุนุฉ ุงููู ุงุด. ุญู ููุง ุฃุญุฏูู ุนููุ ูุงูุชูุชูู ุฅูู ููุฏู ุงูุฐู ุฃููุฒู ู ู ุณูุงุฑุฉ ุงูุฅุณุนุงูุ ูููุช:
ยซูุงุชูุง ูุตูู ุงูุซุงูู ูุง ุฃุจููุ ูุฃุฌู ุนู ุนูู ุฌุณุฏู ุงูุทุงูุฑยป.
ูุง ุจุตูุฑุ ุฌู ุนุชู ู ุง ุงุณุชุทุนุชู ู ู ุฌุณุฏูุ ููู ููู ุฃุฌู ุน ููุจู ุจุนุฏูุ ููุชู ุฃุญู ูู ุตุบูุฑูุง ูุฃุฎุดู ุนููู ู ู ูุณู ุฉ ุจุฑุฏุ ุซู ุญู ูุชู ูุตูู ูู ูุทุนุฉ ูู ุงุดุ ูุงูุนุงูู ูู ุถู ูุฃู ุดูุฆูุง ูู ูุญุฏุซ.
ุงูููู ุฅูู ุชุนูู ุฃูู ููุฏูุ ูุฃููู ูู ุฃุชุฑู ู ูู ู ุง ุงุณุชุทุนุชู ุญู ูู. ูุชูุจููู ุดููุฏูุงุ ูุงุฌู ุนูู ุจู ูู ุฌูุงุชูุ ุญูุซ ูุง ูุฑุงู ุจุนุฏ ููุงุกุ ููุง ุฃุจู ูููุงุฏู ุนููู ููุญู ู ูุตู ููุฏู.
Bring Me His Other Half, My Son
What does a father feel when he carries half of his son in a piece of cloth?
When my son Baseer was struck, the missile tore his body in two. We rushed him into an ambulance. His head was beside me on the stretcher, but I could not bear to stay in the back. I asked the driver to stop so I could sit beside him.
I stepped out with difficulty, leaning on a paramedic. As the driverโs assistant rose to give me his seat, a piece of cloth holding my sonโs remains fell from his lap. I saw my sonโs legs and internal organs on the ground. I bent down, gathered them with my own hands, wrapped them again, and held them in my lap.
All the way to the hospital, I carried half of my son while the other half lay on the ambulance stretcher. I do not know how a fatherโs heart can hold such a moment. I only knew that Baseer was my son, and I had to stay with him.
When we arrived, I stepped out carrying the cloth. Someone took it from me. I turned to my son as he was lifted from the ambulance and said:
โBring me his other half, my son, so I can put his body back together.โ
Baseer, I gathered what I could of your body. But how do I put my heart back together without you? Once, I held you as a little boy and worried that even a cold breeze might hurt you. Then I held half of you in a piece of cloth, while the world went on as though nothing had happened.
O Allah, You know he is my son, and that I carried every part of him I could. Accept him among the martyrs, and reunite me with him in Your Paradise, where no reunion ends in parting, and no father is called to carry half of his child.