26/12-2015
TODAY... LAST YEAR, YOU DIED .....
my "skatterfis", my beautiful beautiful boy. What shall I do without you. Is it gonna be like this for as long as i live? I still don't believe it. I don't think you're dead, yet the very next second i realize, that you are. I shift between reality and thoughts and in my head I'm torn and my heart is broken.
Through out the last year, there have been many rumors about ISIS killed you themselves. It's all a nightmare that just start from scratch every night.
TODAY.... LAST YEAR you were alive one minute and dead the next minute. It only took a split second and then EVERYTHING i knew changed and my path in life became totally different.
TODAY... LAST YEAR, you took your last breath ... you saw your maker and you disappeared. I miss you like crazy and don't think I will ever be normal again. Thinking that the pain never stops. Thinking that you will always be with me, but in another way, I can hear you, feel you in my heart, but it hurts.
It is said that a martyr is the most beautiful green bird in Paradise.
TODAY.... RIGHT NOW
You are MY beautiful green bird and I bring you home where you belong.... right here, right now.
I give you this tree, with all my love for you, all my thoughts the last several months are entangled in all patterns and colors. You are now with me, you are safe in your tree as the green bird you are. You are back where you belong, with mother earth, back in Denmark, back with me.
Thank you my son because you came and gave me the greatest love ever. I am proud to be your mother. Proud of your courage, your love and your kindness to help other people. Your brother and you are the greatest love anyone can receive. And I got it, you boys came to me ....
Fly my love, sing for me and spread your wings. Forever and ever.

عَنْ مَسْرُوقٍ قَالَ سَأَلْنَا عَبْدَ اللَّهِ عَنْ هَذِهِ الْآيَةِ وَلَا تَحْسَبَنَّ الَّذِينَ قُتِلُوا فِي سَبِيلِ اللَّهِ أَمْوَاتًا بَلْ أَحْيَاءٌ عِنْدَ رَبِّهِمْ يُرْزَقُونَ قَالَ أَمَا إِنَّا قَدْ سَأَلْنَا عَنْ ذَلِكَ فَقَالَ أَرْوَاحُهُمْ فِي جَوْفِ طَيْرٍ خُضْرٍ لَهَا قَنَادِيلُ مُعَلَّقَةٌ بِالْعَرْشِ تَسْرَحُ مِنْ الْجَنَّةِ حَيْثُ شَاءَتْ ثُمَّ تَأْوِي إِلَى تِلْكَ الْقَنَادِيلِ فَاطَّلَعَ إِلَيْهِمْ رَبُّهُمْ اطِّلَاعَةً فَقَالَ هَلْ تَشْتَهُونَ شَيْئًا قَالُوا أَيَّ شَيْءٍ نَشْتَهِي وَنَحْنُ نَسْرَحُ مِنْ الْجَنَّةِ حَيْثُ شِئْنَا فَفَعَلَ ذَلِكَ بِهِمْ ثَلَاثَ مَرَّاتٍ فَلَمَّا رَأَوْا أَنَّهُمْ لَنْ يُتْرَكُوا مِنْ أَنْ يُسْأَلُوا قَالُوا يَا رَبِّ نُرِيدُ أَنْ تَرُدَّ أَرْوَاحَنَا فِي أَجْسَادِنَا حَتَّى نُقْتَلَ فِي سَبِيلِكَ مَرَّةً أُخْرَى فَلَمَّا رَأَى أَنْ لَيْسَ لَهُمْ حَاجَةٌ تُرِكُوا

1887 صحيح مسلم كِتَاب الْإِمَارَةِ بَاب بَيَانِ أَنَّ أَرْوَاحَ الشُّهَدَاءِ فِي الْجَنَّةِ وَأَنَّهُمْ أَحْيَاءٌ عِنْدَ رَبِّهِمْ يُرْزَقُونَ