Expressions of Condolence and Sympathy
- I share in your sorrow; please do not despair, for God hears your prayers.
- Be patient in the face of loss and fortify yourself, knowing that life is transient.
- Every soul shall taste death, and indeed, we belong to God and to Him we shall return.
- Patience is bitter, yet it brings healing.
- Remain resolute in the face of adversity, for life is not eternal.
- Glory be to God, who has decreed that death must take from us our loved ones.
- O Lord, grant tranquility to the troubled souls and inspire them with a close victory.
- It pains us to part with those we cherish; everything feels empty in their absence.
- Despair at the death of loved ones is a greater misfortune.
- Life is a realm of action, not permanence, and in the afterlife, we shall be rewarded for our patience.
- All that exists shall perish, and only Your noble countenance, O Lord, shall remain.
- Indeed, we belong to God and to Him we shall return; God is the best inheritor.
- Prayer is the finest form of consolation.
Condolences for the Bereaved Family
- May God grant you solace in your loss; indeed, we are from God and to Him we return.
- May God greatly reward you, console you, and forgive your deceased.
- To God belongs what He takes and what He gives; everything is destined for a set time, so be patient and steadfast.
- I share in your grief; do not lose hope, for God hears your supplications.
- May God magnify your rewards and comfort your loss while granting forgiveness to your loved one.
- May God assist you through this tragedy, as it weighs heavily on all our hearts; truly, He is compassionate and merciful toward His servants.
- We ask that God provides you solace, patience, and compensation from His generosity; may He bestow mercy and forgiveness upon the deceased.
- Your patience at this first moment will be rewarded, drawing you closer to God’s grace; perhaps this is the time when your prayers will be answered, and through its blessing, forgiveness will be granted to your deceased.
- Be patient and steadfast; remember to pray for your departed loved one, seeking strength and mercy for them.
- May God lighten your grief and replace it with goodness; may He assure you with relief and favorable visions.
- Though guidance is often unnecessary, I wish to remind you that the reward of the afflicted is great, and they are tested even when free of sin—so persevere and hold onto patience; may God strengthen your heart, ease your suffering, and embrace your departed in His mercy.
- We are all entrusted souls until God’s decree comes to take back His trust; there is no objection to God’s will, so be patient and resign yourself.
- No calamity can compare to the loss of the Messenger of God. Neither you nor your departed can surpass him, so take solace in the passing of the best among creation and pray for him, hoping that your loved one may find mercy through his blessings.
Reflections on Sympathy in Loss
- We have lost them without return, but we cling to the memories tied to the remnants they left behind, as our love for them endures beyond their passing.
- The deceased leave a memory in our hearts that we can hardly bear, and as their absence looms, we find comfort in the thought of reuniting with them in Paradise.
- We long for those we have lost, and while we mourn, we find solace in the hope of meeting them in Paradise.
- Such are the virtuous souls who depart quickly, leaving behind memories and unfulfilled longings; our consolation is that Paradise awaits where we shall meet again.
- Peace be upon those resting in graves, and may our hearts, which are broken by their absence, find solace in the promise of reunion in Paradise.
- This world offers no rest, no refuge from death, nor safety from the passage of time.
- Death comes unannounced, and we will be but a memory; thus, choose how you will be remembered.
- Be kind and gracious to all, for there will come a time of farewell that holds no return.
Poetry of Mourning
- By Naaji Ibrahim:
O soul, if the beloved departs from you,
Hurry with the petals of farewell.
Carried upon the bier is a timeless beauty,
Oh, lament for the star whose light fades away.
It is a tragedy for genius that dares to linger,
In its throne, crowned and adorned.
- By Jamal Mursi:
Life is but fleeting hours that pass, unrecognized,
Will it conclude in goodness or in mischief?
Let not the negligent rejoice or be deceived,
For beyond life’s palace lies nothing but the grave.
And let not the heedless presume God has forgotten,
God is most assuredly watchful, and beneath His command.
When He says “Be,” it is but a moment,
And the decree of the Almighty swiftly comes to pass.
I pondered my gray hair while still young,
Like pearls scattered upon the ground.
I thought of God’s armies, warning the heedless,
With their march progressing daily upon my hair.
Will the heart awaken after a slumber,
Or has it delighted in the sweet cadence of bondage?
And has it come time for the prolonged night to end,
How harsh is life without dawn that rises?
- By Al-Khansa:
O my eyes, weep and do not hesitate,
Will you not shed tears for the noble rock?
Will you not mourn the gallant and beautiful,
Or weep for the youth who reigned supreme?
When the people extended their hands,
To glory, he extended his hands as well.
He attained what was beyond the reach of their hands,
Then departed, rising high.
He carries for them what they sought,
Even if he was the least among them born.
Long of spear, and of tall stature,
He led his kin, never defeated.
He saw that glory descends upon his dwelling,
He regarded it as the finest gain to be praised.
And when he spoke of glory, he found it,
Wrapped in glory, then adorned.
- By Mahmoud Sami al-Baroudi:
The hand of fate has struck a flame,
And has ignited a fire within my heart.
It has weakened my resolve— a coffin for a legion,
And shattered my staff, which was a spear of valor.
I did not know if a calamity had descended upon my realm,
Or if an arrow had pierced my heart’s veil.
It blinds the eyes, as tears stream down my cheeks,
Flowing like a river over my face.
I never thought I would grieve so,
Until it befell me, bringing me low.
The pangs of regret have battered me,
Until my body barely shows to the visitors.
I seek refuge with the cries of despair, though they are blaring,
And I mock the tears, though they come unbidden.
Neither my anguish nor my hands
Can bear the remorse of the beloved who has departed.
O time, why have you made me bereaved of my beloved?
She was my ultimate treasure and resource.
If you do not have mercy on my suffering due to her absence,
Then have mercy on my children, who suffer from the same anguish.