Our Dearest Amin Jan Aziz:
Last weekend I took one of the hardest trips I have ever taken. It was to attend your funeral and memorial service. I had the honor to carry your casket to the burial site. It was the hardest task I had ever been asked to perform. I always thought that it would be you who would be carrying me to my burial site. It was heartbreaking beyond words to see your dear father, mother, sister and many family and friends following your casket on that day.
As we approached the burial site, I came upon the realization that we are only saying goodbye to your earthly remains and your spirit had already soared to the realm of light, Abha Kingdom. I was reminded of a Persian poem that says: “When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live a life that when you pass away you are the only one smiling and all the people around you crying.” You indeed did that.
From a very young age you had lots of courage and were full of life and love. At your memorial your friends gave true tributes befitting of you only. We all have come to realize to what extent you had all the virtues of a true Bahá’í. This past summer when I visited you in Beijing I came to realize that my little cousin that I used to pick up and throw around had become a successful, energetic and noble man. I was so proud of you and you were so kind to us and showed us around Beijing.
As ‘Abdu’l-Bahá says in one of the prayers, once a shell of a pearl is opened we can recognize the true value of its pearl. Now we know what a precious pearl you had become during your short earthly life. I realize now that the Blessed Beauty had a larger task for you in the spiritual realm.
My dearest Amin Jan, at the memorial service, your dear dad again made his famous “jujeh kabob” with love and your mother was a great hostess, as always. I thank your parents for having such amazing children. Your dad had printed many copies of your beautiful pictures and I took many copies for myself to put in my room and office. I hope as time goes by just as you used to hold my hand when you were a young child, you will continue to guide all of us to understand this pain of not having you with us in the earthly plane. I hope you will continue to hold my hand and guide me in this earthly life.
I hope my son grows up and learns about you and how lucky we all were to be part of your life. I remember the days when you were very young and I used to hold you up and ask you to be Superman. You ARE my true Superman in the spiritual world.
Love you forever—your older cousin,
Mojan
I loved him too as his second cousin… it is heart breaking to hear it. I miss him sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!!! he was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo nice, handsome, sweet, generous, kind, helpful, loving, and many more things. I feel sooooooooooooooooooooooooo bad for his parents!!! But i know his spirit is still with us, and will be with us forever!