I made this simple yet meaningful slideshow in memory of you, which I shared with those who love you after the 1st memorial service we had for you. I love you habiti.. you will always be in my heart and mind.
Years go by but you remain in our hearts and memory as if we were together only yesterday.
Now your name will be on many tongues.. Children will learn about you from the book I wrote about you and for you. "Daddy Please Don't Cry" is now on Amazon.com, and on other website where friends and family can buy it.
As I told you earlier, I wrote the book to keep your memory alive and to help children cope with grief by knowing that there is a Heaven for those who believe. Everytime I read the book, I smile to myself and I truly see you waiting for us to join you, someday.
My dearest Roro... give my love to Jesus and tell Him that we love Him and I know that He loves us too. Tell Him to protect your mom and dad because they are still very sad. Finally, did you know that you are an aunt now? Gabi and Hassina got married. They have the cutest baby boy whom they named Gabriel.
I will be giving your letter in a bottle to your mom and dad to hold it as another expression of appreciation and love for their wonderful daughter.
We love you.
My sweet angel Rawand,
Tomorrow we are holding a memorial service for you at Saint Timothy’s. I can’t believe it has been almost 40 days since you had left us. Though your parents are going through the motion, they still listen and hope, like I do, for your footsteps on the stairs. I know that I do, every time I visit your house.
Since I woke up this morning, all my strength has turned into weakness, and all my acceptance into denial. My cheeks are sticky and my eyes are red from crying over you my sweet niece.
The pain is so much, yet it increases when I think of my brother- your dad, your mom and Gabi. I feel so scared when I hurt so much, because it only tells me how much more your parents and brother are hurting.
Looking desperately for consolation, I remembered a song I had heard in the church few weeks ago, called “It is well with my soul,” which was written by Horatio Gates Spafford, a long time Christian, during a cross-Atlantic voyage in 1873, shortly after he had lost all his four daughters in a ship accident. He wrote the poem as he was passing through the spot where his daughters were said to have drowned. Instead of breaking down and losing faith he wrote one of the most inspiring songs, he wrote the following words:
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Faith is a wonderful thing that helps us through bad times, yet our faith is tested every day. I pray that soon we, who loved you so dearly, will be able to celebrate your life with us, instead of mourn your loss, and sing: It is well, it is well with my soul.
Your loving aunt Miranda
6 May, 2006
What a joy it was when God brought you into our life, on that day of May 25, 1982? and how sorrowful it was when He took you back? Yet, I cannot let this birthday of yours go without me wishing you a Happy Birthday my dear Roro.
Only God knows how much we all dreaded your first birthday since you had been gone. We were not sure how to celebrate it, but we knew that we could not let it pass without some kind of celebration. We all missed you terribly on your birthday. While your aunt Misho decided not to let your birthday go uncelebrated, and decided to have a memorial dinner for you in Jacksonville, your grandparents and the rest of the family everywhere were heartbroken and unable to comprehend how such a joyful occasion can be celebrated over someone who is no more with us. It was tough my dear niece. You understand, don't you? you always understood and always sympathized. This is why I know that you appreciated each and every one of us for whatever they did or could do.
Though it was painful to sit around your grave on your birthday reminescing and wishing you were with us, there was some peace inside us. We felt close to you and often addressed you. Your heartbroken parents smiled everytime one of your friends who were present that day shared with us a funny story about you. Andreas was there. I am sure you knew he would be. He cherishes your friendship so much. Like us, he seems to comfort himself with the promise of meeting you one day in heaven.
Rawand, my sweet Rawand. Months before your birthday, I sat down and wrote you a small letter in a bottle which I intended to give to you on your birthday. Little did I know that I won't be able to give it to you in person.
Who is Rawand Hirezi?
Rawand is the beloved daughter of Manuel Hirezi and Diana Daniel, the beloved sister of Gabi, and the niece, grandchild and friend of many who love her dearly and hold her memory in their hearts forever.
At only 23 years young, Rawand had touched so many lives with her exceptionally positive personality. Her purpose in life was to help others in need and she did it well. She loved volunteering her time at youth centers and gave unconditionally of herself to each individual she met. Rawand believed that the best way to help troubled youth is to simply take the time out to listen and be a friend. Rawand’s passion extended into her studies, she attended George Mason University in Fairfax, VA and studied criminal justice and was one month away from receiving her Bachelors Degree before she was killed in a tragic car accident. She was excited about getting a new job helping troubled juveniles and was pursuing a Law Degree.
This is a short description of how Rawand lived life in her own words. It is only a glimpse of how beautiful she truly was inside and out. It was our loss not to live the rest of our lives in the presence of her beautiful soul and unforgettable smile that always lit our hearts. "I consider myself a happy person. I don't get mad easily. Rarely, will you hear me yell. I am emotional, especially about things that are in my life and sensitive but it’s only because I care. I love to laugh and try to be as positive as I can even when things don't go well. "Life is short, you only live once, so try to make the best of it". If you know me well, you know I can't go a day without singing. It makes me happy! I believe it’s important to find your passion so at times you can escape reality. NO ONE EVER SAID LIFE IS EASY! I love my friends and I’m especially close to my family. I love children, the color pink, and people in general. I think of myself as spontaneous but not crazy (I WOULD NOT JUMP OUT OF A PLANE) but, I do things in the spare of the moment. One of my biggest dreams is to travel the world to learn and appreciate others cultures and beliefs.”
Rawand Hirezi Foundation
In Rawand's honor, 100 percent of your contributions will be donated to the continuation of Rawand’s mission in serving troubled youth. To learn how you can help please visit Rawand Hirezi Memorial Fund