"IN GOD'S HANDS"
~MEMORIAL PAGES~

~HEAVEN'S WARRIORS~
 

 

 

~NINA M. AL-MISNAD~
 

 
 

 
 

 

 

~BORN TO EARTH~
OCTOBER 14, 1981
 

~BORN TO HEAVEN~
APRIL 22, 1999
 

 

NINA IS LOVED AND MISSED BY HER
FATHER, MOTHER & BROTHER
 

 
 

 
 

~THE CORD~
~Author Unknown~

We are connected, 
my child and I,
by an invisible cord, 
not seen by the eye.

Its not like the cord,
that connects us "till birth"
this cord can't be seen, 
by any on earth.

This cord does it's work, 
right from the start,
the invisible cord, 
from my child to me.

The strength of this cord, 
is hard to describe,
it can't be destroyed, 
it can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord,
man could create,
It withstands the test,
can hold any weight.

And though you are gone,
though you're not here with me,
the cord is still there,
but no one can see.

It pulls at my heart ~
I am bruised ~ I am sore,
but this cord is my lifeline,
as never before.

I am thankful that God
connects us this way,
a parent and child,
death can't take it away.
 
 

 
 

Nina wrote a lot of poetry this is one of many: 
It reminds me of her, she tried to save a butterfly that 
is why she wrote this poem. 
She never knew how fragile she was.

~MY BUTTERFLY~

Fly, far, far away 
dear baby butterfly 
hurry before you 
lose your freedom 
your precious gold dusted wings 

Dear baby butterfly 
you have such limited time 
always with the risk of 
being captured 

Soon there will be no fruitful roses 
or flowers to hide in, 
poor baby butterfly 

Your trembling body held in 
strangers hands 
not your rightful fate 
dear baby butterfly 

Fly in a far away land 
where beauty is rare and 
you are the most precious 
one of all 
(c) ~Nina~
 
 

 
 

~DEAR CHILD IN HEAVEN~
~Author Unknown~

You were a blessing to us all,
You were a special child,
And we're so glad God sent you
To be with us for awhile

You filled our home with happiness
And made our life complete
The time we had with you
Was far too short, but oh so sweet

Some things we don't find easy
To accept or understand
'Till we realize they're part of
Our Creator's perfect plan

Now it comforts us to know
You're with the angels up above,
While in our hearts we hold you close
Surrounded by our love

 
 
 

~IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL~
~Sara McLachlan~

Spending all your time waiting, 
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty, and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel, fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage, 
Of your silent reverie
Your in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
So tired of the straight line,
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting, 
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, 
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of an angel, fly away from here
From this cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
 
 

 
 

PLEASE VISIT

PLEASE VISIT EVELYN'S WEB SITE 
IN MEMORY OF HER DAUGHTER, NINA
 ~OUR DEAR NINA~

"IN GOD'S HANDS"

~ON THE WINGS OF ANGELS~
 ~A HALO FOR NINA & A TRIBUTE TO NINA~

~REMEMBERING CALENDAR~
 ~REMEMBERING ~ APRIL~
 ~REMEMBERING ~ OCTOBER~
 
 

 
 

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EVELYN, PLEASE USE THIS E-MAIL BUTTON

 

~JARRETT DANIEL STEPHENSON~

~ASHLEY NICOLE PENA~

 

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"IN GOD'S HANDS" WAS CREATED BY 
AND IS MAINTAINED BY PATRICIA KUSILA
 
 

 
 

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