Honoring Ayub

The last time I saw Ayub, he was standing in front of all of us at the vendor’s group meeting dressed in a pristine black Chinese robe ­- the type of robe that only a wise old Kung Fu theater master would be authorized to wear. He looked powerful, eloquent and inspiring. He had style. And he looked great!
His words were full of good-hearted intentions. He was advocating for cohesion. He asked that we unite to fight for our rights. He also shared his thoughts about advocating for children, explaining how society can be cruel and how important it is to protect the rights of all children.
He even went to the extent of proposing the need for us to establish a regular column specifically designed for children’s issues to be printed in every issue.
Moreover, Ayub motivated us to write our stories, to make them known, to share our opinions and to be present. His mind was always clear and full of energy.
I wish you the best of journeys, bro! Thanks for your conversations in Spanish. Thank you for your kindness and also for the magical way you had of transcending this mundane experience. Your last words have left a lasting message for us of universal solidarity. In my eyes, this is quite a formidable final act of appearing and disappearing, bro.
May your presence keep shining in those you touched with your good.