It isn’t often that you run into the words of a person who manages to deeply affect you, simply through her words. It isn’t often that you start caring about a person you never met, and who has no idea you exist. It isn’t often that you shed a tear over the death of a person you didn’t know.
But yesterday Ola Muath died, and the tightness I felt in my chest upon reading the news was suffocating.
Ola, with her beautiful spirit. Ola the fighter. Ola the strong. Ola the honest. Ola the unique. Ola is gone, and we will never read new words on her blog again.
An excerpt from a post in January 2011:
“if you were wondering how do I look these days? I would say I’m no
different from “Buddhism – Buddha’s followers -” that we know … pretty
casual, and COOL :).”
I urge you to honor Ola by going through her blog, Moles, which is courageous and heart-wrenching documentation of her battle with cancer. Its unabashed bravery is a unique case in Jordan.
The death of a woman who fought for something we all take for granted is also a great reminder of how short our lives are. In the words of Steve Jobs: “Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”
Of course, different people are humbled by death in different ways. I personally am the worldly kind, and I love the Holstee Manifesto:
In honor of Ola and people who still have to fight with cancer on a daily basis, I urge you to make a donation the wonderful King Hussein Cancer Center.
My 2 years niece saw me counting my drugs last night adding a new one to them,& she said:” Kol Hadooool ya 7abebee:)”oh how much I love Joj!
— Sha100 (@shammless) November 17, 2011
My thoughts are with Ola’s family.