From the depths, the lines emerge,
For those who have ears to hear.
The pain is known only by the bearers,
To those with hearts open to feel.
Finding is a Divine gift,
For seekers true in their quest.
And once found, not to leave behind,
A pledge for those who respect the bond.
In the brief silence between prayers,
For those attentive to the sound.
Life waits for no moment’s pause,
For travelers aware of their bound.
Meaning dawns on everything,
For those who know their aim.
And passing away may seem a gracious thing,
To eyes that see beyond the frame.
This is an anthem of affection,
For those who understand love’s call.
A saga of the valorous,
For readers who can grasp the lore.
We’ve known it, through and through,
Let this knowledge widely spread.
A tale too grand to ever fade,
Its worth, by all, to be rightly weighed.
The torch was passed by Brother Ali,
To hands ready to uphold.
With the transfer comes a duty,
For those who can cherish and mold.
We’ve been the witnesses,
On this path, with joy, we tread.
Canada remains unreachable,
A journey back to the Beloved instead.
All debts forgiven, from us, let it be said,
May we be reunited in Firdaws.
Note: Ali Açıl, who was born on January 4, 1950, in Ankara, was a well-known merchant in Istanbul’s Tahtakale district. Following the persecution of members of the Hizmet Movement, he sought refuge in Canada. He made Ottawa his home and obtained Canadian citizenship. Utilizing his Canadian passport, he went on what would become his last journey, during which he visited friends and family across Sweden, Poland, Germany, Greece, and France. On January 18, 2024, while on a flight from France to Canada, he passed away due to a heart attack.
