For some situations, the feet let down, and for some pains, the soul is overwhelmed, an emptiness that calms the body, and the burning of that wound that suddenly slits the throat, so there is no talk that helps, and no panic is of use, so you have no control over situations of loss, and the final farewell except what the sockets of tears have stored, and the groans that have been joined by the limbs will crack. She has heart, because there are people who you cannot imagine the place without, nor the time without them, because they occupied the place with their splendid presence, and embroidered your time with the fabric of their goodness, and the activities of their day, you fear that if you pass a corner of their paths that they take, you will not find their shadow. Sheikh Tahnun has a youth of mercy, and abundant tears. He was one of those men who always cursed on the head, and their images appeared here and there, never leaving the place, and the eye inspected them, and their voice echoed in the ear, so it leaped forth with blessings, and responded with goodness and with evil, with his example and for his example things became miserable, and for him and for him things fell apart. They become misfortunes.
The abundance of “the eye”’s tears where it wailed, and its rain when it sobbed and wailed, were befitting the scene of that funeral farewell for an exceptional man, who resembled the castles of the eye that he built, defended, and guarded. He loved the eye with all his heart, so he was the heart of the eye, and the seed of its eye, and he grew up on its soil. He loved its details, with his grandfather and father, and with those who ruled it and revived it, and he knew the sources of its goodness, so he appointed him as its successor, so its eyes and its sky made him cry in one night, like the best farewell of great men, and the best supplication for the parting of sincere men. On that night, tears mixed with sobbing, and the rain was a shower of rain in the rain. Farewell to Sheikh Tahnoun, may God have mercy on him, “the great people” and its people, and those who remained of the smell of the ancients and their beautiful time from which we lived. They were like family and friends, and they were the support, the back, and the support, and they were met with goodness, and the laughter that came from the heart, and remembrance and remembrance of what passed through the place. Of events, facts and thoughts. Today… when we bid farewell to one of those great men, we feel that orphan that touches the bones of the chest, and that whoever knew us and knew our family, and appreciated the deeds and honesty of the ancients, and the “chivalry of their pride,” left us alone, so our knowledge decreased, and our reference was absent, and whoever helped our memory In what happened in the past, in the years of pain and thirst, and when men were shouting and racing in response to the call, he left and left that emptiness in the chest cavities.
Sheikh Tahnoun has mercy, forgiveness, and a great reward. He knew the entire eye, knew its inhabitants, knew its small and large, and our return for every defect, and our reference for every absent one. Today… everyone misses him, and traces his shadow and his foothold. His place is empty except for the heart and memory, and what I have written. That city is in love with him.
Sheikh Tahnoun is the story of a man on the journey of a state, and the biography of a patriotic man, in the company of heads of state, the companion of Zayed Al-Khair in the greatest dreams and the consolidation of the pillars, and he supported the successor’s successor, an uncle, and a retinue for all that came before, and a support for Abu Khaled the leader, and a reference for advice and truthfulness of speech, and he is in all Attitudes are a man of honor.
All condolences, where condolences should not be given, to his honorable children, to his honorable ladies, grandchildren and granddaughters, to the entire Nahyan family, the crown of the head and the pride of the home, and to his city, the eye that he loved, whose tears burned yesterday, cutting the stream of tears.
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