My name is Maysoon Salama.
My name is Mirwais Waziri.
My name is Wasseim Sati Daragmih.
My name is Mazharuddin Syed Ahmed.
My name is Ibrahim Abdelhalim.
My name is Sara Qasem.
You took away not just the most amazing son, but the best father, husband, brother, friend,
relative, neighbour, employer, team member, motivational speaker and a pious Muslim.
In this whole time, 17 years since I was living in New Zealand and I was working some of the
people were calling me, because I was from Afghanistan, they were calling me a funny
joke or intentionally a terrorist, but you took that name from me.
Today you are called terrorist and you proved that to the world that I was not and us as
Muslims were not terrorists.
You think that your actions have destroyed our community and shaken our faith but you
have not succeeded.
You have made us come together with more determination and strength.
So you have failed completely.
The worst part of this tragedy was when we received Hussein's body.
On the sixth day, 21st of March, which is my birthday.
Not only my birthday, but it is also Mother's Day in the Middle East where I grew up.
I was desperately waiting to see Hussein's body to give him the last hug and kiss.
I was shocked to see the gruesome extent of this murder, and to see his skull wide open,
with his brain still bleeding in addition to the multiple number of bullets, and openings
all over his body.
This is a very painful image that turned my upcoming birthdays and mother's days to a
nightmare forever.
He used to give me flowers for my birthday, but instead I got his body.
I feel bad because people are so kind here.
So nice.
They've done things that no other country has done.
They shouldn't feel bad.
There has been so much kindness and support and aid.
You were a tragedy.
You did not help anyone.
You did not comfort anyone.
You were saviour to none.
No one will remember you with joy with their hearts.
The damage you have inflicted was like a damage of wild bull does to a china shop.
The people who took care of us.
The ones who bravely caught you, the ones who operated on the injuries, the ones who
mourn with us, they are the ones who will be remembered.
I have lost many friends, children of friends and my family have lost friends they grew
up with.
It was such a sad day in 15th Of March 2019.
All a daughter ever wants is her dad.
I want to go on more road trips with him, I want to smell his garden sauce cooking,
his cologne.
Let it be known these tears are not for you.