He would have been 23 years old today

Bismillah, ir-Rahman, ir-Rahim. In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.
Today my beloved late son, Jibril would have been 23 years old. This is his second bitrthday since his murder on Feb. 24, 2009. My son was loved by all who knew him except the person or persons who took his life. I was hoping since the last entry that I could write a blog expressing a break in this case. That there would be some new information concerning the circumsances of my son's death. No such information has surfaced at this writing.
I see my son in my dreams. A few days ago I dreamed he was with us on a trip. My current wife all of my children including him. He got out of the car (a station wagon) and I embraced him. Shortly thereafter, he was carrying around his youngest brother, Yusuf, who was born nearly a year after his death. A dream about a month ago, started out with me walking across a dirt road in the country and dicovering my dad (who passed Apr.19, 2008)looking into my current vehicle (in real life there was a problem with the vehicle. It was my dad who taught me how to work on cars). After we discussed the problem, we walked toward a barn that was close by. I asked him were was Jibril? We he got in the doorway of the barn he was facing me and Jibril appeared behind him. We all embraced in a group hug. The dream continued as a walked in the barn with them. Suddenly more people appeared. They along with my dad and my son wanted to get back on the "other side". Everyone held up some stick (at least one person held a long spoon and maybe another one had a spatula). I found a pen and held it up pointing it as everyone was doing toward the ceiling. No one else's object worked to open up the ceiling, which was a portal or entrance to the other side, except for my pen. When they saw it was working they all held me up to the ceiling. The ceiling was made of dirt. It began to transform. As it did I saw a multitude of different writngs in several languages one after the other. The ceiling opened up. I saw a white door on the other side right beside the hole that was created. I believe there might have been an entity standing close by the door. I fell back to the floor onto a pile of dirt which was a result of "digging" through the ceilling. I stepped aside and my dad, Jibril and the others, one by one, climbed the dirt pile to enter the hole which led them back to the other side. My son is alive and wel on the other side. Though I believe he is in paradise which I am happy for him, it is still painful that I won't be able to call him on the phone, email him or see him in person. That his siblings and all of who loved us can not share or celebrate will him the joy of his 23rd birthday.
I appeal to anyone who have knowledge of the circumstances which led to my son death to please contact me through the blog or the facebook page connected to this blog. Also if you had any dreams of Jibril, want to wish him a Happy Birhtday, or a pray, please leave a comment.

2/24/10 Marks One Year Since Jibril's Murder

Bismillah Ar-Rahman, Ar-Rahim (In the name of Allah, The Beneficent, The Merciful).

Nothing can take away the pain of losing my oldest child. Not even the recent birth of my youngest son, Yusuf. Yusuf will never, in this world, know his oldest brother.
Jibril at least met his youngest sister, Jamilah once. Jibril will never hold Yusuf or talk to him or share a joke with him. They will never be pictured together. Yusuf will never know first hand how great and wonderful a human being Jibril was. We are blessed, those of us who knew Jibril. Those of us who shared his life with him. The memories are cherished. Just one year ago today (2/23/10), Jibril was with us he was happy that he got a loan for a house to reside in. It was to be his first house. He was finally going to move out. This would have been quite a feat for a young man of 21. Later that evening he shared this news with his cousin, Michael. Michael would be the last of us, his beloved relatives, to speak with him. A day which ended in triumph would turn to tragedy at the beginning of the following day. Again I must emphasize that Allah (God) has written all that is to take place in the creation of the universe. It was not written for Jibril to go one step further than he did. The pain of his death will never go away, however. We who have survived him must understand why it was written for him not to be here with us. This is hard. As time goes on it will get no easier. I love my surviving children as much as I loved Jibril. I am fortunate and very blessed to have my children. I pray to Allah that I never have to bury another one of my children. He was the "chief" of my children. Everyday I live I miss him more and more.
Please pray for him. Ask Allah (God) to forgive him and shower mercy on him. The Prophet Muhammmad, whose example we follow, lost all of his children in his lifetime except one daughter, Fatima, who died six months after he died. I pray to Allah constantly for Jibril and my surviving children. Please include in your prays that Allah (God) would reveal the killer(s) and the reason why he was killed.

My son's death remains a mystery

Bismillah, Ar-Rahman Ar-Rahim (In the name of Allah, The Beneficent, The Merciful)
Alhamdulillah (The praise is due to Allah) who created life and death.
Indeed my son's death is a trial and test from my Lord. To date it still remains a mystery. No one has come forward with any information. It was a week ago last year that I last saw my beloved oldest son, Jibril alive. One of the last things I told him was that "Long life is not guaranteed." Little did I know that it would be the last time I saw him alive. Allah gives us circumstances in order to test our faith in Him. Allah alone is the owner of the souls. My beloved oldest son incidently was the first of nine people who I personally knew or met that "went back to Allah" this past year. The "record" before that was 3 in previous years. So this was the most people who I knew of personally that died. This list of course did not include the iconic celebraties such as; Michael Jackson, Farah Fawcwett, Patrick Swayze, Ed McMahon, Walter Cronkite, Ricardo Montalban, Senator Edward Kennedy,and others. I am going to list the 9 people who I knew that die this past year:

1. Jibril Abdul-Qadir Mustafa (my beloved oldest child--murdered)
2. Sis. Khadijah Bilal (wife of Melvin Bilal, former Balt. City Council canidate-natual causes)
3. Leon Faruq (author of book: Differences between Islam and Nation of Islam- natural causes)
4. Imam Darryl Wainwright (former Imam of Masjid ul-Haqq, Baltimore, MD--natural causes)
5. Imam Luqman Abdullah (Imam of Masjid ul Haqq, Detroit, MI-murdered by FBI and Dearborn,MI police. He was shot 18 times in a raid on a warehouse where he a group of Muslim brothers were helping an supposed Muslim brother move some boxes. The supposed brother vanished after the incident).
6. Wali Aquil (Long time Muslim "pioneer" in Baltimore-- natural causes)
7. Abdur Raoof (member of Masjid Al-Inshirah and the Buffalo Soldiers, Baltimore, MD--natural causes)
8 & 9 Mr. & Mrs. Patel (America's Best Inn, Goldsboro,NC--mudered in their rooms at the motel)
Every death brings the reality into focus. The life of this world is not the reality. We will all die one day. As Allah mentions in Qur'an: "Every soul shall have a taste of death."