I died a 1000 times on the morning of the 11th. (11.01.20) as I read the news… I could not stop crying, the thought of writing about him having left us was and is making me sick. But as we sat in the rain, I wiped my tears away and decided that what better time to give tribute to a man that we have been privileged to call our Father, and Founder, to be a child of “Qaboos”.
As my hands trembled, my eyes could not stop crying, my heart was aching in sadness as did the doors of heaven too.
God took back the angel – our Father “Qaboos”, whom he sent to us.
A Father of our Nation, and by default to the world. opening the doors of heavens, where even his Angels cried at our loss.
But it was decided that it was time God saw him getting tired and a cure was not to be, so he put his arms around him embracing him with love and affection and said “Come with me, and rest my child”, and with a blink of an eye our Father was taken.
Making this the saddest day in the history of Oman, the people and the world.
I have not – like everyone around me been able to hold back my tears, I am part of his legacy like everyone else in Oman.
I believe this, that his spirit will live on. You see this bond we all have with him, will never be broken, it was made with pure unconditional love, he “Qaboos” lives in all of us.
إن القلب ليحزن وإن العين لتدمع ولا نقول الا ما يرضي ربنا ، لاحول ولاقوة الا بالله العلي العظيم وانا لله وانا اليه راجعون
اللهم ارحم سلطاننا بواسع رحمتك وأغفر له ، اللهم واسكنه في اعلى جناتك اللهم أخلفنا من بعده من يلتزم نهجه
رحمكك الله يا مولاي
“جلالة السلطان قابوس بن سعيد”
آمين يارب العالمين 🇴🇲🤲