Forghab Mahiva Mongmoh

“My dear friend, adviser and sister Your absence hurts in a way words cannot explain. It is painful knowing that I can no longer call you, talk to you, see your smile, or hear your advice. There is an emptiness where your presence used to be, and no words can truly fill it. You may have left this world, but you will never leave the hearts of those who knew and loved you. I will carry your memory with me, the friendship we shared, the lessons you taught me, the advice you gave, and the beautiful person you were. Sometimes life feels unbearably unfair, especially when we lose someone who still had so much to give. But even through the tears, I am grateful that our paths crossed. I am grateful to have known you, to have called you my friend, my classmate, and my little sister. Forghab Mahiva, you will be deeply missed. Your voice may be silent, but your memories will continue to speak in our hearts. Your journey on earth has ended, but the impact you made on the lives of those around you will remain. Rest peacefully, my dear friend, my little sister, my classmate, and my adviser. 🕊️💔”

“Mahiva, your departure leaves behind a silence that words can hardly interpret. Some lives are remembered because of the positions they held or the things they possessed; yours will be remembered because of the goodness you carried within you. You had a soul that seemed naturally inclined toward others kind, industrious, compassionate, and generous to the point of keeping your heart open even when you had little to give. There was something profoundly beautiful about the way you made yourself available to people. In you, kindness was not merely a virtue you spoke about; it was a way of being. I remember our time with the refugee service, particularly that MHPSS session when, after completing your degree, you willingly offered to assist me. You did not have much experience in that field, yet you came with a heart ready to learn and serve. You gave those women your time, your presence, and your compassion. Perhaps, at the time, we saw it simply as helping with a session, but in the economy of God, acts of mercy are never insignificant. I believe those women may forever remember those two days not necessarily because of what was said, but because someone came, listened, cared, and treated their pain with dignity. That was Mahiva. You carried dreams of becoming a successful woman. You dreamed greatly, and you worked toward those dreams with determination. You were building, preparing, becoming. And perhaps the hardest question grief asks is this: Why would God allow you to leave just when you were beginning to reap what you had sown? We may not possess an answer that can satisfy the heart. Scripture itself teaches us that God’s providence is often a mystery to us: “My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.” Yet our faith does not require us to pretend that death is easy to understand. Christianity gives us permission to weep while still hoping. Mahiva, you did not live long enough to see every dream fulfilled, but a life is not measured only by what it finishes. Some people plant seeds whose harvest they never personally see. You planted kindness, friendship, service, courage, and hope in the lives of others. Your story, therefore, does not end where your earthly journey ended. What you gave continues in those you touched. In that sense, your life remains a testimony: that a person can leave this world having made it a little gentler for others. We mourn you because you mattered. We remember you because your presence was a gift. And as Christians, we entrust you to the mercy of the God whose love is greater than our understanding and whose promise in Christ reaches beyond the grave. May the God who knows every hidden dream, every sacrifice, every act of kindness, and every tear receive you into His peace. Rest, Mahiva. Your dreams may have been interrupted, but the goodness you sowed was not wasted. May your life remind us that we are not promised tomorrow, but we are given today and what matters is what we choose to plant in the lives of others while we are here.”

“Saying goodbye to you is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. You were more than a best friend; you were my chosen family, my anchor in the storm, and the person who knew me better than anyone else😔. Your laugh could light up the darkest room. We shared countless moments of pure joy that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. You stood by me through thick and thin, never judging, always listening, and offering a shoulder to lean on. The kindness, warmth, and love you showed everyone around you will never fade. You made people feel seen and cared for😭 Your immeasurable love towards me was out of this world😭 how I wish we are traveling to Santa for a wedding and not a burial. Your Godson Simone will miss you so much Mahi❤️”