Who are we? What are we doing here? Is there a beginning of time and a end of it, we wonder. Is life a kind of illusion? Physical limits we have, but that does not mean the end of everything we know as now.

Loving the rituals that keep men close. Nature created means for friends apart: pen, paper, ink, the alphabet, signs for the distant and disconsolate heart. (T.H.)

May your soul be at peace always..xx

Sono poche le voci....... che giungono ancora al mio cuore dal vostro silenzio ed io le raccolgo nel cavo di tutti i miei sogni per non più morire mentre il sole ridendo su questa mia lacrima persa spalanca sereno la grande pupilla sul mondo. (Luigi D'Angelo da dietro "I fili spinati")

Un peu d'air sur la terre...

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi Mais mon amour silencieux et fidèle Sourit toujours et remercie la vie (Jacques Prevert)

There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility.Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy and a tragedy. Mark Twain, The refuge of the Derelicts 1905

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot Little Gidding

Pilgrimage to the past times. A sense of wonder and marvel. Places visited by many travellers. Some in faith. Others in the knowledge and enlightenment. Life is a personal journey of self-discovery

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Hassen Aumeerally. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

Thank you very much for letting us know of the virtual page in memory of Hassen Aumeerally – please accept my sincere sympathy for what he must have gone through, his suffering, and your loss. I am indeed truly sorry for all that you must be going through. Jan Palmowski Head of School of Arts & Humanities