Good Bye to a Friend

Good Bye to a Friend

Apr 21st, 2009 by kawther.salam

Some readers called me to ask why I had stopped writing. What happened?
On 29 March a friend of my exile died. His sudden death affected me deeply. It is difficult to lose the friend of my exile. It is difficult to experience his sudden death. It is difficult to have a memory of death in exile. Death is always bitter and awful, but it is like bitter apples in exile. A special apology to my readers and friends who asked why I have  stopped writing, I will write again when I feel a bit better than now.

My friend died and left behind him a mountain of memories.
His memories occupy my mind, thoughts,
Struggling in me day and night.
He died and left me, fighting,
with my tears and sadness.

Why did he die, and why should he die in this way?
His death is not convenient for me,
Death is always inconvenient for friends,

Some days have passed, but I am still asking,
Why did he die?
The words he left me,
suffocating me.

He died,
Never I will see or meet him again,
Death is a real separation,
and the separation,
is a real torment.

At night, I cry for his death,
I cry for my exile
His death and my exile are awful,
I cry,  and cry,
but at the darkness,
Crying is dissolved.

My night is suffering and,
my day is hell,
It is death, and,
death is always bitter and awful.

Trying to collect myself,
my words, my feeling,
but, the frostbite of death is freezing me.

Defeating my power,
Death is always bitter and,
bigger than comprehension.

He died, but
his face is alive, and
his voice is ringing in my ears, and
assassinating my life.

I am startled with the grief of his absence
When my cell phone rang,
It was not him,
He left and went to the eternal universe,
Who is he, asked Dr. Tammam?

He is the friend of my exile,
He died, and left without return,
His leaving a big dissociation.
His death is a deep pain.
His disappearance is awful,
He died…

Why does death separate friends?
Why is death imposed in our life?
My father died, and,

I wore mourning clothes,
My friend died, and,
I wore mourning clothes.
Death is the mourning of life.

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I read your recent post ‘goodbye to a friend’.  thought you might like to hear this song i recorded for a friend of mine years ago…

(Thanks Josh for the song. It was very nice to hear it)

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(A special thanks for Lindsey who wrote the poem below)

I know your friend

This is the same friend as mine

We had been friends for a long long time

Some reasons just don’t matter anymore

Escape over the oceans around the mountains

Life’s loves gone with the wind

Sorrow mourning crying nothing works

The pain just consumes the heart

Watch as the world burns

Nothing matters when it’s your turn

To loose the life of your best friend.

I recall when I used to come home never had a dime

But lord I always had a good time

And I recall drinkin wine with one of my friends

Lord I can’t go back again

Am I losin my own way back home

Am I losin a good friend that I’ve known

Am I losin won’t you tell me how I’ve sinned

Why am I losin one of my best friends

Why these things happen Lord I don’t understand

But Lord it can sure hurt a man

Why my friend left me as I am I can’t know why

Cause your friend Lord is the most important thing