But my heart hasn't stopped mentioning you to my blood when it pumps, nor has my tongue stopped speaking your name to Allah, nor have my eyes stopped searching the darkness of my dreams for your face. I often wonder if this longing will go away, if my heart will no longer crave connection to you, or if my life will go back to 'normal.' It has, in a way. ‘How strange that a hardship may be a blessing while ease can be the true difficulty! May Allah (swt) make us from those who are constant in both ease and difficulty.’– Asmaa Hussein (.) I found myself closing the book countless times, stopping to reflect on them.

Especially her duas, they are so beautiful. Asmaa has a way with words, majority of it will make your soul- stir and yearn for Allah. They’re personal, heavy, and yet so uplifting. These entries were written during the two years following Amr’s departure from this world. Looking at the cover made my insides jump a little, as Amr looked a lot like one of my closest brothers.Īsmaa tells us her story through diary entries, of how she met and lost her husband. Being married myself it’s something unimaginable for me, losing my husband is one of my biggest fears. In the first few pages of the introduction alone, I had goosebumps and tears. Leaving Asmaa Hussein – the author a widow and their daughter fatherless. On his way home, he was shot by a sniper and killed. He was there along with thousands of other people, protesting against the mass injustices taking place in the aftermath of the coup d’état by the Egyptian military under the command of Abdel Fattah al-Sisi. On Friday 10th of August 2013, 26-year-old Amr Kassem took part in a peaceful protest in Alexandria, Egypt.

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