The Narratives – Mohamed Miah

Suto Bhai,

How do I even begin this? How do I put into words what you meant to me? You’re not here anymore, and it feels like there’s this giant hole.

You were my brother, my guide, my strength when I felt weak. Every dua you made for me, every time you told me to look after myself, every time you said, “Love you, bro”—those words weren’t just passing thoughts. They carried love. They carried a connection.

I’ve been reading through our messages, the ones where you’d check in on me like you always did. You’d tell me to eat carefully, to make dua, to remember Allah in everything. You always worried about me, even when you were the one who needed worrying about. That was you—always putting everyone else first, always loving without expecting anything in return.

When I think of you, I think of your prayers. You asked Allah to bless me, to keep me safe, to make my life easier. And now, I find myself doing the same for you. Every moment, every salah, every tear that falls, I’ll ask Allah to grant you the highest place in Jannah. I’ll ask Him to surround you with light, to ease anything you may have faced, to give you peace that knows no end.

Do you remember how we used to laugh? How you insisted I come see you even when you weren’t feeling well? You’d say, “Just seeing you will make me feel better.”

You gave me so much, more than I ever gave you. Your words, your love, your constant reminders to hold onto my faith. Even now, in your absence, you’re teaching me. You’re reminding me what this life is about—connection, love, prayer, and leaving behind a legacy.

I thank Allah for you. I thank Him for every moment He gave me with you. I thank Him for the way you showed me what it means to love without limits, to give without expecting, to live with faith as the anchor for everything.

Brother, you may have left this dunya, but you’re in every prayer I make. You’re in every moment I sit quietly and think of what really matters. You’re in my heart, where you’ll always be, no matter how many days or years go by.

This dunya feels emptier without you, but I know this isn’t the end. I know that, Insha’Allah, we’ll meet again in a place where there’s no pain, no separation, no goodbyes. Until then, I’ll carry you with me—in my prayers, in my heart, in everything I do.

May Allah grant you peace, mercy, and the highest place in Jannah, Ameen. I love you, Suto Bhai. Always have, always will. And I’ll keep loving you until we meet again.

Your brother, always.