Life is a mysterious web of intricate interdependent relationships, and diversity is at its heart.Kenny Ausubel
Dear Jamie, Ji we never met on this Earthly abode, yet we were together by soul spirit thought and words Our virtual meeting place was the Japanese garden close to your home full of sweet scented flowers and small ponds of water You were so happy to shift in the one room studio which had more open space and place for the Life Line... oxygen Oh Dear Jamie Ji your trips to the hospital would make me feel so helpless, for long hours nothing except prayers gave me hope that all would be well, and it did, for many days, as Allah Most Gracious gave time to share creative positive work and you shared more than your strength and heart could bear. You lifted so many who needed the support, your affectionate inspiration, grace and encouragement just wafted like the soft breeze of summer spersed with tender tweets of birds who sounded like a choir in harmony, singing a prayer then a hymn. But Jamie Ji on this Earth, the Creator's most blessed gift, humanity suffered severely due to the shortage of the one thing you too needed most—"oxygen". Jamie Ji I never knew that a few days after you won the struggle and quietly passed on to the promised heaven I would be down on the prayer mat asking the Almighty for mercy forgiveness and help for the same 'Oxygen for my own son in law, caught in the lungs by Covid19, breathing heavily, within hours was put on the ventilator. Confined, I felt extremely helpless, grieved and holding on to your thoughts, your brave spirit and uplifting shower of smiling stickers that would tingle and brighten up the mini screen of the mobile, but the phone was silent this time, and so were you, no words came through and my heart, laden with sorrow asked me, "Think of how Jamie Ji must have felt?" It was a severe hypoxic moment and as time passed no oxygen had any effect. It was time. Time to go home for Salman, time for us all to be patient, to accept the divine will, to wait. Time took over. Your Japanese Garden will never wither. Life gives hope for some time as flowers will bloom silently, unnoticed, in the deep snow and emerge with lovely colors to spread fragrance all around. Constantly with your thoughts inspiration and guidance. A.
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