Further Neuropsychotic - here is a letter the Prince wrote with regard to his mother upon hearing of the murder of his father, the King. Osama bin Laden worked to get the rightful heir upon the throne - however, the family seems to get along pretty well and are still united. Saba Letter to My Mother Prince Turki Al-Faisal, guest contributor, 28 February, 2000, Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. This article appeared in Asharq Al-Awsat newspaper. 'O (thou) soul, in (complete) peace , and satisfaction! Come back thou to thy Lord,- well-pleased (thyself), and well-pleasing unto Him! Enter thou then, among My devotees! Yea, enter thou My Heaven!' My dear mother, Praise be to Allah that you have returned to your Lord, as He said all righteous souls would, well-pleased, and well-pleasing unto Him, your soul in complete peace and fully satisfied. How could it be otherwise? When the doctor asked you how you could take the decision for the operation so quickly, you replied: 'Had you not suggested it yourself? And my child, I don't fear death.' Mother, you did not fear death, nor did you fear life. You faced it day by day and battled it hour by hour. When you came to Makkah as a teen-ager, married to your cousin Faisal ibn Abdul Aziz, you did not retreat to your room. You did not cry because you had come far away from your mother and brothers, to a land and language you did not know. You embraced your new life, taught yourself to adjust to the new surroundings. You worked hard to become a strong support to your husband in his dreams and yearnings. You argued and debated with those who opposed them. When anyone opposed his views, he would send them to you. You would convince them. When you decided, you and your husband, that your sons and daughters deserved an education, you did not bring home teachers for them; you built learning centers that are still there benefiting all. When the drive to educate boys in the Kingdom was launched, you campaigned to make the education of girls equal to that of boys. It was a defining moment in King Faisal's history when a group of prominent citizens came to him protesting the establishment of girl's schools in their region. He told them: 'If you don't want to educate your girls, it is up to you. Don't send them to schools. But, for those who wish to educate their daughters I will open schools, even if they be in the middle of deserts.' My dearest mother you were at peace with yourself all your life. That won for you the love and admiration of all. When you started charity societies, you were awakening Saudi women's interest in, and zeal for, charitable deeds - and the results are there: charitable societies of women operating throughout the Kingdom. Yes my mother, your sense of peace born of your absolute faith in God was the pillar of your life even in the darkest of moments. You were a lofty tree that provided shade and shelter for those who came to you. I will never forget that terrible day when I came to you to tell you of your husband's death. I did not know how to break the news. I said he was wounded by a gunshot and was taken to hospital. Did you cry? Did you scream? Did you faint? No, by God, you sprang up, pulled your robe on, and told me: 'No! my husband has been killed. Take me to my husband. Quick!' That was you, my mother. I will never forget your last advice to your sons, daughters and grandchildren: 'Don't keep away from each other. Be concerned about the welfare of each one of you. Bring the smaller ones closer to you. Don't mistreat anyone and don't be unfair. Make people love you.' By Allah's Grace, mother, we will. Mother, you have gone from this mortal world - but your name is on every lip. Young and old, men and women are praying for you. You have gone to the eternal world, have returned to your Lord, and are back with your husband, your life's companion. Happy we are mother for the bliss you are in; happy are those who were sheltered by you, while among us.
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