ابتُلي قلبي بفقد أعزاء مضوا إلى رحمة ربهم، وتركوا لي الوجع يحز على نياط قلبي فيدميه ألماً، فالموتُ لا يوجعُ الموتى، الموتُ يوجع الأحياء كما قال محمود درويش.
خاتمة الحياة الدنيا موت حتمي لا شك فيه، تحقيقاً للوعد الإلهي «كل نفس ذائقة الموت».
حزن عميق مؤثر ومُمض لفراق شخص عزيز كريم من بقايا الزمن الجميل العم زاهد أحمد ساب الذي مضى لرحمة ربه السبت ١٨ من ذي الحجة ١٤٤٦هـ. فما أقسى حقيقة الموت وما أصعبها من لحظة فراق، فمنجل الموت لا يكف عن حصد الأرواح في كل مكان.
ودعنا خلال الأسبوع الفارط عدداً من الأحبة وقفنا على حافة قبورهم، لنودعهم باطن الأرض، ونهيل عليهم الثرى، ليعود التراب إلى التراب،
(فما هي إلا أرحام تدفع وقبور تبلع).
ونحن نحث الخطى إلى خارج المقبرة تصحو معنا ذكريات، ولحظات عاشوها بيننا بكل ما فيها من أفراح وأتراح. فيكبر في دواخلنا الإحساس بالفقد، وتنوب الدموع في التعبير عما يجيش في دواخلنا،
عرفت المرحوم زاهداً بطيبة قلبه وسمو أخلاقة وكرم طباعه، البسمة هي عنوانه وخارطة حب إلى قلوب الآخرين حتى وهو على سرير مرضه يعاني.
كنت أقصده لقضاء حوائج الناس وتحقيق رغباتهم فكان يحثّ الخطى عوناً لمحتاج، باذلاً جاهه ما استطاع، وملتمساً العون عند من ترجو عنده الشفاعة لصاحب الحاجة، ويهاتفني بصوت الفرح، خلاص بشر صاحب الحاجة بقضاء حاجته.
توطدت صداقتنا وتوثقت عراها، في ثلوثية المرحوم الشيخ عبدالله موسى فزدت قرباً منه وتعلقت به محبة.
كان متابعاً لما يكتب في الصحف وما يدور فيها خاصة المعارك الفكرية والدينية التي كانت قائمة في الملاحق الصحفية آنذاك، يتصل بي يناقشني الرأي مصوباً لبعض الأخطاء أو مصححاً لواقعة كان حاضراً وشاهداً على أحداثها.
كان يقتطع بعض الأوراق من الصحف لقضية خلافية ويدسها في يدي قائلاً لعلك تكتب عنها يوماً ما.
كان موسوعة متحركة بأحاديثه الشيقة وقصصه التاريخية، يحدثك عن مكة المكرمة مسقط رأسه وكأنه لم يغادرها يوماً، ويسرد تاريخ المدينة المنورة وكأنه عايش ومقيم فيها.
معاصر لأحداث مرت عليه يسردها بتسلسل بارع وأسلوب سلس يربط الأحداث ويصحح ما خفي من تاريخ لرجال عاصرهم مضوا وتركوا بصماتهم على دفاتر الأيام.
الفقد قانون إلهي لم تنج منه البشرية منذ الأزل، تسيلُ المشاعرُ على السطور، وترتسمُ الوجوه على الكلمات، وتسير الأفكارُ على أرصفة الصفحات، وتتعانقُ الأحزان على موانئ المآقي، نابعةٌ من القلب، غرستها سنون الوفاء، وروتها أيامُ الحبّ واللقاء، فكل ما في اﻷرض من كلمات لا تعزّي فاقداً عمّن فقد، سنوقد سرادقات العزاء في قلوبنا وفاء لصادق ودك بيننا وعرفاناً لمحبتنا لك.
ستكون روحك حاضرة في ثلوثية المرحوم عبدالله موسى، فقد كنت تسبقنا حضوراً، تسأل عن كل غائب وتشارك في كل نقاش وتصحح كل خطأ.
رحم الله زاهد أحمد ساب، والعزاء موصول لابنته الفاضلة نهلة وزوجها المستشار نزيه موسى وأبنائه أحمد وأكرم ونادية ونجلاء، وزينهم بالصبر الجميل على هذا المصاب الجلل، والفقد الكبير.. وإنا لله وإنا إليه راجعون.
تابع قناة عكاظ على الواتساب
My heart has been afflicted by the loss of dear ones who have passed to the mercy of their Lord, leaving me with the pain that grips my heartstrings and bleeds it with sorrow. For death does not hurt the dead; death hurts the living, as Mahmoud Darwish said.
The end of this worldly life is an inevitable death, without a doubt, fulfilling the divine promise "Every soul shall taste death."
A deep, poignant, and painful sadness accompanies the departure of a dear and noble person from the remnants of the beautiful times, Uncle Zahid Ahmed Sab, who passed to the mercy of his Lord on Saturday, the 18th of Dhul-Hijjah, 1446 AH. How harsh is the reality of death, and how difficult is the moment of parting, for the scythe of death does not cease to reap souls everywhere.
Last week, we bid farewell to a number of loved ones, standing at the edge of their graves to lay them to rest in the earth, covering them with soil, as dust returns to dust,
(for they are but wombs that give birth and graves that swallow).
As we hurried out of the cemetery, memories awaken with us, and moments they lived among us, filled with joys and sorrows. The feeling of loss grows within us, and tears take the place of words to express what stirs inside us,
I knew the late Zahid for his kind heart, noble morals, and generous nature. His smile was his hallmark and a map of love to the hearts of others, even while he lay on his sickbed suffering.
I would seek him out to fulfill people's needs and desires, and he would hasten to help those in need, offering his influence as much as he could, seeking assistance from those whom one hopes for intercession for the needy, and he would call me with a voice of joy, saying, "Good news! The needy person’s request has been fulfilled."
Our friendship deepened and its bonds strengthened at the Thuluthiya of the late Sheikh Abdullah Musa, bringing me closer to him and fostering my love for him.
He was keenly following what was written in the newspapers and what was happening, especially the intellectual and religious battles that were ongoing in the newspaper supplements at that time. He would call me to discuss opinions, correcting some mistakes or clarifying an incident he had witnessed.
He would cut out some articles from the newspapers regarding contentious issues and slip them into my hand, saying, "Perhaps you will write about this one day."
He was a living encyclopedia with his fascinating conversations and historical stories, speaking to you about Mecca, his birthplace, as if he had never left it, and recounting the history of Medina as if he had lived and resided there.
He narrated events he had experienced in a brilliant sequence and a smooth style, connecting events and correcting what was hidden from the history of the men he had known who had passed and left their marks on the pages of time.
Loss is a divine law from which humanity has not escaped since time immemorial. Emotions flow onto the lines, faces are drawn on the words, thoughts walk along the pavements of the pages, and sorrows embrace the ports of the eyes, emanating from the heart, planted by the years of loyalty, and watered by days of love and reunion. For all the words on earth cannot comfort a mourner for their loss; we will light the tents of condolence in our hearts as a tribute to the sincere friendship we shared and in recognition of our love for you.
Your spirit will be present in the Thuluthiya of the late Abdullah Musa, for you were always ahead of us in attendance, asking about every absent person, participating in every discussion, and correcting every mistake.
May Allah have mercy on Zahid Ahmed Sab, and condolences are extended to his virtuous daughter Nahla, her husband, Counselor Nazih Musa, and his children Ahmed, Akram, Nadia, and Najla. May He adorn them with beautiful patience in this great calamity and immense loss... Indeed, we belong to Allah and to Him we shall return.
The end of this worldly life is an inevitable death, without a doubt, fulfilling the divine promise "Every soul shall taste death."
A deep, poignant, and painful sadness accompanies the departure of a dear and noble person from the remnants of the beautiful times, Uncle Zahid Ahmed Sab, who passed to the mercy of his Lord on Saturday, the 18th of Dhul-Hijjah, 1446 AH. How harsh is the reality of death, and how difficult is the moment of parting, for the scythe of death does not cease to reap souls everywhere.
Last week, we bid farewell to a number of loved ones, standing at the edge of their graves to lay them to rest in the earth, covering them with soil, as dust returns to dust,
(for they are but wombs that give birth and graves that swallow).
As we hurried out of the cemetery, memories awaken with us, and moments they lived among us, filled with joys and sorrows. The feeling of loss grows within us, and tears take the place of words to express what stirs inside us,
I knew the late Zahid for his kind heart, noble morals, and generous nature. His smile was his hallmark and a map of love to the hearts of others, even while he lay on his sickbed suffering.
I would seek him out to fulfill people's needs and desires, and he would hasten to help those in need, offering his influence as much as he could, seeking assistance from those whom one hopes for intercession for the needy, and he would call me with a voice of joy, saying, "Good news! The needy person’s request has been fulfilled."
Our friendship deepened and its bonds strengthened at the Thuluthiya of the late Sheikh Abdullah Musa, bringing me closer to him and fostering my love for him.
He was keenly following what was written in the newspapers and what was happening, especially the intellectual and religious battles that were ongoing in the newspaper supplements at that time. He would call me to discuss opinions, correcting some mistakes or clarifying an incident he had witnessed.
He would cut out some articles from the newspapers regarding contentious issues and slip them into my hand, saying, "Perhaps you will write about this one day."
He was a living encyclopedia with his fascinating conversations and historical stories, speaking to you about Mecca, his birthplace, as if he had never left it, and recounting the history of Medina as if he had lived and resided there.
He narrated events he had experienced in a brilliant sequence and a smooth style, connecting events and correcting what was hidden from the history of the men he had known who had passed and left their marks on the pages of time.
Loss is a divine law from which humanity has not escaped since time immemorial. Emotions flow onto the lines, faces are drawn on the words, thoughts walk along the pavements of the pages, and sorrows embrace the ports of the eyes, emanating from the heart, planted by the years of loyalty, and watered by days of love and reunion. For all the words on earth cannot comfort a mourner for their loss; we will light the tents of condolence in our hearts as a tribute to the sincere friendship we shared and in recognition of our love for you.
Your spirit will be present in the Thuluthiya of the late Abdullah Musa, for you were always ahead of us in attendance, asking about every absent person, participating in every discussion, and correcting every mistake.
May Allah have mercy on Zahid Ahmed Sab, and condolences are extended to his virtuous daughter Nahla, her husband, Counselor Nazih Musa, and his children Ahmed, Akram, Nadia, and Najla. May He adorn them with beautiful patience in this great calamity and immense loss... Indeed, we belong to Allah and to Him we shall return.


