*From the entry of the church a black casket that holds the recently deceased can be seen. And though it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim light, you see a woman in a black veil place a white rose on the casket. You watch as she wipes a tear from her eye. She lights a candle in remembrance of the deceased and walks down the aisle wiping the tears that are now cascading down her cheeks.

The only light inside the church is from the flickering candles on the altar. The candlelight casts an eerie glow across the priest's face. He hangs his head as he starts to read...*

"Friends, we are gathered here today to pay our final respects to our friend, Amira. May they rest in peace. Those wishing to pay their respects may do so at this time."

RIP Amira, I enjoyed talking to you even for that short time.

I'm at a rare loss of words here. Rest well ma'am... 

Heavy hearts filled the church where Godmother Amira lay. Blake adjusted the collar of his black suit, fingers brushing the cool steel of the karambit knife sheathed beneath his jacket. A reminder of his place in this world and a gift from Amira. Today, however, Blake needed to shed the cloak of violence, at least for a moment, to honor the woman who had been a guiding light amid the darkness.

“Godmother Amira was more than a leader to me, she was a mother, a mentor. She taught me the importance of family. Thank you for everything. Rest in peace, I will miss you dearly."

Blake took a deep breath as he gazed at the mourners filling the pews. Some were hardened criminals turned family others were innocent souls caught in the crossfire of a life they hadn’t chosen. It struck him as ironic that in this sacred place, grief and guilt tangled together.

Rip Amira. I enjoyed my time under you, and looked forward to seeing you flourish in your godfather position. Idk what led you to this decision; but you will be missed. 

Ma'am I'm so sorry to see you here. It was nice talking to you,9 out of 10 my mails were from or towards you and I cant help but feel sad for losing you. Rest now ma'am and please guide me when you find time. One more last time THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!

Nooo. Gutted to see you here. May you rest in peace!

RIP Amira. You'll be missed.

With tears streaming down his solemn face, Tussyy enters the funeral home as he had done many times before. This time, however, it was different. This wasn't a colleague, mentor, or friend. This was HER. This was Amira. This was the one person whom he would follow wherever it was she would go. This was his sister through thick and thin, blood and water, good times and bad. This was personal....

As he approached the casket, he reached into his inside pocket, and produced from it a book. This was his book. The one book he had used from the start to remember all that came before. The book that inspired him, nay, compelled him to come back home. Home to L.A. Home to her. Tussyy kissed the cover and placed it on the casket. He would have no need of it evermore.

"وداعا أختي الجميلة والعزيزة. لن أنساك أبدًا، ولا ما صنعناه على مر العصور. معك يذهب النور الذي أبقانا مستمرين، ومعك تذهب روحي." he said softly. Without turning away from the casket, he backed down the aisle of the funeral home, never disrespecting her by turning his back upon her. Quietly amongst the crowd he took his seat, and silently prayed for her eternal peace. Tussyy knew one thing for certain - he would not leave this room for the rest of his days.

You had one hell of a journey with many twists and turns. I hope to meet your kin someday. 

RIP 

Sorry we met near your end. Hopefully one day we can work together properly. Was great working with you and enjoyed our chats.

Rest in peace.

Godmother Amira, I am devastated to see you here but hope you enjoy your eternal rest. If your kin does come back please reach out. Thank you for everything, you will be missed

Dynamite

Rest well Godmother