My father passed away on Tuesday, December 18th at 3:00 a.m., Allay yer7amo.  He has been battling cancer for a year and kidney disease for five years. My father was one of the kindest people I know, and I will always remember him for his courage, compassion, kindness, and love, even in the face of incredible difficulty and pain. When he was in the hospital, and a nurse would come in to give him medicine or bring him food or help him get up, he would always, always say please and thank you. Even when he was suffering an incredible amount, even when the pain was so great that he couldn’t even move his arms or open his eyes and could barely speak, anytime any person would help him, he always said thank you. One day, he was having an especially difficult time. He was at the rehabilitation center where they don’t have the resources to manage his pain. He was moaning and groaning in pain, and with all the strength he had in him, he mustered out the words, “Rabenna Yostorny.” The nurse, thinking he was talking to him, asked him what he said. I was too concerned about him to say anything, but again, he mustered all the strength he had and said, “It means ‘Oh God, please protect me.’” And I never understood that. I never understood how a person could be in so much pain and have the mind at all to say thank you. During the past week, we knew it would be a matter of days because the doctors believed that continuing aggressive treatment would only prolong his suffering. He was taking longer than doctors thought, and one of the nurses told my mother that he was a young man, and he was in good health before this, and his kids are young, and he doesn’t want to leave us alone, so he’s trying to hold on for as long as possible. That night, my mom told him not to worry, that he did his duties and did them well, that he was an amazing father and husband, and not to worry, that God would protect us, and inshaAllah, we would meet him in Jannah. That night, I was exhausted and went to sleep at nine. I woke up at midnight and I couldn’t fall back asleep. I was just about to go back to sleep when the hospital called at 2:30 in the morning and I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I asked the nurse if something happened. She said not yet, but that it would be a good idea to come to he hospital because he was having difficulty breathing. I had never been more terrified in my life. My hands were shaking and I didn’t know what to do. So I prayed Isha and sunna and prayed for Allah for guidance and strength. I woke up my mom and my brother and told them we had to go to the hospital. When we got there, he had an oxygen mask on, his eyes were wide open, the first time they were in a week. We held his hand and read him the Shahada over and over and over. My mom turned around to get the laptop to play Quran, and when she turned around, he had passed. I will never forget the incredible patience, strength, love, kindness, and compassion my father had. He was so dedicated to Islam, when we moved to Pittsburgh, he, along with several colleagues, founded the first Islamic school in the area so that I could grow up in Islam. He was the president of the Islamic Center of Pittsburgh during the time of the 9/11 attacks, and when everybody ran, he stayed and protested and talked to the media and made sure that people knew Islam was a religion of peace. May Allah grant him the highest level of Janna. <3

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An Indian Muslim boy leans to rub noses with a girl as they are both dressed up for Eid al-Fitr (the end of Ramadan) prayers at the Jama Masjid in New Delhi, India, Aug. 20, 2012.
Photography by: Kevin Frayer

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An Indian Muslim boy leans to rub noses with a girl as they are both dressed up for Eid al-Fitr (the end of Ramadan) prayers at the Jama Masjid in New Delhi, India, Aug. 20, 2012.

Photography by: Kevin Frayer

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women and men praying side by side &lt;3 nothing is more beautiful.

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