Amin M. Kamal

Dearest Shuckran, May his good legacy and your sweet memories sustain you in this difficult time. And may he rest in peace after living a full and fruitful life. You are in my thoughts and prayers. Much love to you and the family.

“Lost love is still love, Shuckran. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food, or tousle their hair or move them around the dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Shuckran, as you go through this rough period in your life we are here for you in our thoughts and prayers.

Dear Aunt Shukran and family, As you already know, Uncle Amin and my father were the best of friends. Theirs was a special friendship that went back many years. They shared quite a history. I’ve heard some very amusing stories from both my mother and my father about the days they spent in Sheffield, England during their college years. I know my father was hit particularly hard by the passing of his very dear friend. My mother also was very saddened by the news and wishes to offer her condolences. Our thoughts are with you, Ahmad, Hassan and Mona. Nadia Fahmy

Dear Aunt Shukran, Mona, Ahmad and Hassan, It is with a heavy heart that I learned Uncle Amin passed away. I fondly remember our family visits in Raleigh many years ago. Little did I know at the time how strong were the ties between Uncle Amin and my father. I simply enjoyed Uncle Amin’s positive presence and the good times we had. Since then, I have heard such incredible tales from my father of the life and adventure they experienced together. Many of the stories leave us wondering how they survived, and my father laughing so hard. Other stories conveyed important lifelong lessons that few get to experience firsthand…but Uncle Amin and my father did. In this way I too shared in Uncle Amin’s wonderful spirit which lives forever. I wish you peace and offer my condolences. Yusef Fahmy

Amin and I met at when we were 7 years old, at the Orman Primary School, Dokki, Cairo, Egypt. We became good friends. We played together. We happen to live within 10 minutes walking from each other. I admired greatly the magnolia grandiflora (a native of US South) they had in his garden. It had beautiful leaves and fragrant blooms. Everywhere I lived in Connecticut, I planted these beautiful trees, which survived the winters. Amin and I were separated in highschool, but we met again in the School of Engineering, Cairo University. One summer, we were among the School people who went to Baltime on the Mediterranean Sea, for about two weeks. In the School of engineering, Amin just bloomed. He stood to be the best student in about 300. We lost track of each other after I migrated to the US. But one time, I met accidentally Abdel-Aziz Fahmy, whom I knew from the School of Engineering, and who was attending a symposium in our Material Science. I asked him if he know Amin Kamal. He said “of course.” So we established contact, and I met Shuckran at his house the day they invited my wife and me for dinner. I was so chagrined when I heard about his passing. We have lost a true gentleman and scholar.