العرضيات تبكي «ظفير»

The sadness enveloping Al-Ardiyat is shared by the place and the people, leading us to write about this grave event with tears and hearts heavy with separation...!!

The good man and virtuous educator (Dhafir Saeed Al-Aryani) has passed away. Where do I begin my eulogy for him? Should I express it through the feelings of his brother Omar, or through the village that he grew up in, which bid him farewell with silent tears that carry words that can be seen but not written....!!!

Dhafir endured pain and suffered, yet he never let us feel his exhaustion; instead, he shared it with the white bed that, if it could speak, would say there was a pure person here who had a heart that, if distributed among all the residents of Al-Ardiyat, would be enough for them....!!

Dhafir has died, and we have lost a noble man and an educator whose fingerprints in the field of education can be read, written, and heard, just like all the influential people.....!!!

Words shrink in the face of tears, for our deceased is a value of place and a stature of a tribe. Through him, we learned how silence can be a profound form of respect.....!!!

I have never known a nobler thing than tears in a moment of sorrow, nor have I known a truer sorrow than that found on certain faces.

How will Al-Ardiyat and its people spend their first night with the blind night of sorrow, where every detail is read on their faces...!?

Here, I describe a state and write a scene where I find all its details before me....!

It is as if I hear Omar saying after bidding farewell to his brother Dhafir: The greatest wing I possessed has been severed... I can no longer soar; even jumping has become exhausting...!

May God have mercy on "Dhafir"... and may He grant us patience. Indeed, we belong to God and to Him we shall return.