In Loving Memory of
Soraya Roberts
March 5, 1980 – August 12, 2026
Celebration of Life with Live Stream
August 19, 2026
12:30 PM Pacific Time (Canada)
Sands Funeral Home
1803 Quadra Street
Victoria, BC, Canada
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I’m so sad and so shocked to learn that Soraya is no longer here. We corresponded a bit and met a couple of times in Toronto, but I knew her best through her writing, which was unfailingly and sharp, devastating, and funny. I greatly admired her work and her drive to keep making it. May her memory be a blessing.
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I am shocked and so very sorry to hear of Soraya’s death. She was a woman I respected and hers was an incisive voice I always wanted to read. We knew each other through film events and writing, and worked briefly together when she wrote two articles for my website Art of the Title. She had a sharp charm and a fearsome clarity that often made me pause in admiration. I will miss her.
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Soraya and I were close when we were young. I remember sleepovers, movies, pasta dinners and air bands. Even then she was so creative and talented. She changed schools and we lost touch for a while, but reconnected when we were a bit older. Her knowledge of pop culture was beyond impressive; she was always so incisive and self possessed – almost intimidatingly so. We lost touch again, but Soraya would look me up when she was in town and we went for a couple of meals over the years, the last one being more than a decade ago now.
I was shocked and saddened to hear the news of her passing. Reflecting on our friendship, I realized that when I picture her, I always see her laughing. I had been thinking about her a lot lately and debated reaching out, but felt awkward bridging the silence of a decade. I wish I had.
My sincere condolences to Clifford and Nasreen.
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Early on in her career, Soraya pitched me and wrote for me a few times at a now-defunct pop culture magazine. We were both so young and figuring it out, but I was so impressed by her creativity and drive, then loved watching her grow as a writer while keeping her voice (and speaking honestly about a difficult industry). Truly one-of-a-kind. Rest in peace.
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Seemed like a beautiful soul, Rest in peace Soraya. You can rest easy now.
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Soraya was someone who brought a sense of relief to me when she entered a room, sure to have a laugh and a co-conspirator in so many fancy and intense spaces. The confidence with which she could speak and move is something I still aspire to and will remember always.
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I was connected to Soraya via a mutual friend when she was writing a piece about my former workplace, and I will be forever grateful that I had the opportunity to work so closely with her. Througout the writing process and in the piece itself, Soraya took very thoughtful care of my story and made me feel very seen, understood, and appreciated. It was clear I was in very skilled and compassionate hands, and I’m also glad to have experienced even a sliver of the friendship she had with so many others. She was funny and fun and I feel so lucky to have crossed paths with her. I’m devastated that we all didn’t have more time with her; we are poorer for it. My deepest condolences to her family and friends. I hope the outpouring of thoughts here let you know that she’s in all of our minds and hearts.
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I’m very sad to hear of Soraya’s passing. She was an incredibly smart and insightful writer with a terrific sense of humour. Her pieces on pop culture were incredibly thoughtful and wonderfully articulated. I send love to her family and friends.
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I am very sorry to hear about Soraya’s passing. She was such a talented writer and so supportive of fellow writers. My condolences to her close friends and family.
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I would like to thank each and every one of you for joining Clifford and I , to bid farewell to Soraya . Im touched to my core by the eloquent, beautiful candid, comments . I want to thank all of you in different time zones than ours , who made time to join in this ceremony virtually. .
Soraya would have been embarrassed by the compliments and also thrilled to know how well you thought of her.
Even though her mother, I am much improved as a person because of her challenging me to reflect, to think out side my privileged baby boomer box. . I will always have her voice in my head , and see her Rolling her eyes at my appalling taste in movies. I am the proud mother of the unique honest ,fiercely independent woman she was and grateful for your affirmation.
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It has taken me a while to think of what to write because I keep imagining what Soraya would have said about it and her critiques (which would be right). I knew Soraya as a writer and we had some mutual friends. During the pandemic lockdown, however, we started to chat online. This developed into a long series of conversations. We were a bit of a mutual admiration society. I was always so impressed with her writing and she claimed to be impressed with mine. We commisserated about how hard it was to be a writer and the reality of how little writing actually paid – even for the big publications. We met up in Montreal one night and it was absolutely lovely to chat with her in real life. As twitter became less of a going concern and the pandemic faded, we chatted less, but I always kept tabs on what Soraya was doing. Publishing amazing writing always. And the book project, of course. I wish there was time for more conversations online and at Montreal cafes. The world will miss Soraya. I’m glad the world had her for as long as we did. Her memory is a blessing.
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I worked with Soraya alongside Chris and Chloe at AOL Canada. She had a giant heart that felt everything, the deepest, brightest eyes and the best pixie cut. Thank you for sharing this service; there were so many beautifully written and worded tributes, as is befitting of Soraya. She was an absolutely breathtaking writer. My deepest condolences to her family and all her loved ones.
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I am so sorry to hear of this news and Soraya’s passing. I remember Soraya fondly from my days working with her at AOL Canada. I will always remember her smile, laugh, and biting sense of humour. My condolences to her family and friends.
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I had the joy of meeting Soraya back in Toronto in 2019 – it was only my second time in the city. We went for dim sum. She was so warm and wry. I was in awe of her. I’m sad we never got to see each other in person again but over the years we stayed in touch via social media and I always loved talking to her. She was wise and witty and a fierce advocate for critical analysis. I was so inspired by her writing, but also by who she was as a person. She took no shit and taught me to do the same. I was shocked to hear of her passing. The world is a little dimmer for her not being in it, but I will hold in my heart the fond memories I have of her. Thank you Soraya. You are so loved and so missed.
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I found out about Soraya while in Agistri where Soraya came to visit in the past. Collectively our time there together was just a few weeks, but in my memories it stretches out to a much longer period. In Agistri we floated in the sea and talked, walked and talked, and sat around and talked. I guess this is what we did in Toronto too, minus the sea, but it was different and I remember it vividly. One year we were with Andrea, another year with Chris and Andrew. I remember we marvelled at how Soraya’s fingernails grew long— she was so relaxed she didn’t bite them. But it wasn’t just her; we were all relaxed and young and when we were there we were convinced there was time to do all the big things we wanted to do once we got home. In the meantime there was no rush.
Soraya had particular and high standards— when you made her laugh her big open-mouthed laugh that made her double over and lean into you, you knew you’d said something truly funny. When she called you by a nickname, you knew you’d earned a special place. When she liked something you created, you knew you’d made something good. Her exacting criticism could be infuriating, especially to strangers on the internet, but when it centred on you and you met or even surpassed her standards— it was the best feeling.
I wouldn’t be the person I am today without spending the most formative years of my twenties and early thirties without Soraya at my side for every big and small event. She would probably find that trite or embarrassing to say out loud but she also knew I was the trite one so I don’t think she would be surprised by it. Maybe she would be surprised that I think anyone who spent significant portions of their lives with her thinks the same as me, though. But because Soraya wasn’t a surface-level person, everything with her was intense, even when you were doing something light like bobbing around like two young fools in the Aegean sea.
I’ve missed Soraya for a long time. I’ll miss her for the rest of my life.
Sending so much love to Clifford and Nasreen during this time, and to everyone all over the world who loved and appreciated her.
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Soraya, it’s been such a long time since we last spoke but I remember you being a huge part of my life in that mad hot Dubai year. Your warmth, kindness and ability to be irreverent, witty, serious and free all at the same time have stayed with me and will continue to do so.
You are the only person I ever met who really got how culturally key My So Called Life was to our generation and im so glad you put your thoughts and words into the world.
You will be greatly missed x
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When I think about Soraya, I think about Red Rocket and the Wren on Danforth and the Black Pony and the Two-Headed Dog on Gerrard; about the playground at Monarch Park and the boardwalk beside Beaches and Cream; about the 506 streetcar and the 22 bus. We met just after I had moved to the East End, and we were East Enders together; we shared a publisher on Queen St. We walked and talked a lot, the privilege of being flexible freelancers. She always liked when my daughters tagged or got dragged along. Lea once asked Soraya why her lipstick was so red. She replied that it was because she liked it that way and stuck out her tongue. It got a good laugh.
These are all places where I’m likely to go again, whether as a destination or just passing through. I don’t need any more reasons to miss my friend. But I’ll be grateful for the opportunities they provide to remember. They’re happy memories.
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My lovely Soraya (don’t roll your eyes),
You are an amazing human. Thank you for being a dry voice of reason while postgrad was a mess. Always in my heart and I know you are secretly observing and writing it all down somewhere. Thank you for being a friend, a confidant, and just down right cool..
Soyara was a special presence on this earth, an outright vocal creative force and I am lucky to have had the privilege of sharing a realm with her.
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I was crushed to hear of Soraya’s passing a few days ago.
Over and above being a person whose work and wit I greatly admired, she was a good pal and wonderful creative collaborator. I was fortunate enough to be able to call her both..
Whether we were talking shop, commiserating over the state of the entertainment industry or the world, or just chuckling about some silly thing or another via Twitter DMs, I don’t remember a single interaction with Soraya that wasn’t an absolute joy – even in dark times. In fact, I know she’d be teasing me right now for writing something so schmaltzy…
Thank you for being a friend, Soraya. You were one in a million. I really can’t believe you’re gone.
My sincere condolences to her loved ones.
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I met Soraya in kindergarten. She was my oldest friend and I was hers. Not everybody knows this, but at that point in her life she was known for her talent as a visual artist. She could really draw! My earliest memory of Soraya is standing at the easel next to hers in our kindergarten class, not sure what to do, copying her painting of a clown… My painting was later sold in a school fundraising auction, which my parents were so proud of, but I always knew (and told them many times) that I just copied Soraya. So even from an early age she was a trendsetter, a leader, a talent! She attended my birthday parties with joy and elan, always fun and loud and sometimes inappropriate. She already showed a keen interest in popular culture, known to all as a die-hard Madonna fan. I still think of Soraya when I hear True Blue.
Even though Soraya moved away after grade 4, she was great at keeping in touch. We learned as teens that we still had so much in common, bonding over our love of the tv show My So-Called Life, the Ghost World comic, and 90’s indie rock. We ended up at U of T at the same time and our friendship continued, going to concerts, like The Magnetic Fields, eating pad thai at The Green Room, laughing, gossiping, and figuring out how to graduate with our intellectual self-esteem intact.
We found each other again in our 30s, when I think our shared childhood history somehow helped anchor us and understand what we were trying to do in life, how to ‘do’ adulthood with impractical talents and esoteric interests (some of hers: incredibly bad 80’s movies that everyone else has forgotten (I’m certain they would remember her at Bay St. Video); the glass vessel holding the evil queen’s anti-aging apricots in The Huggabunch Movie (we both had this interest, excellent film); rape-revenge slasher films; junk food; Natalie Portman (obviously); pancakes).
I have so many incredible memories of Soraya, which I am so grateful for. She was charming, disarming, intelligent, interested, interesting, and fun. Because of her, I have been that much less lonely in the world, knowing we have shared and understood so much together. I always thought we’d probably find each other again, and often thought of her when things came up that I knew she’d appreciate. Her death is an unspeakable tragedy.
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Thank you for sharing the video of the celebration of her life, and my sincere sympathies to Nasreen and Clifford on their loss.
Soraya was an amazing human being who I had the pleasure to know in my life. I loved when we would have conversations, and catch up when she would come to visit Nasreen in Kingston. She felt like my sister at times through our connection to her mom.
She was brilliant, and passionate, outspoken and authentic. She was an original that will be greatly missed as we need more of her voice in this world..
Rest in peace and rise in power, Soraya.
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Thank you very much for sharing the service today. I hadn’t spoken to Soraya in many years, but I’ve always valued our long friendship and felt deeply grateful to have known her. The letters today vividly brought to mind her smile, laughter, and spirit, as well as the deep sadness that she is gone.
I am so sorry for your loss. Sending my heartfelt condolences to you both, Clifford and Nasreen.
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Thank you for sharing this service and all the beautiful letters, music and words. I only met Soraya briefly a few times but heard stories and wonderful bragging rights from Nasreen while she and Bella were living a couple blocks away in Kingston. We would walk dogs together or share a meal and learn of Soraya’s latest writings. I read many of them over the years and absolutely loved her passion! Nasreen and Clifford, I am thinking often of you two. Grief is not something you get over but learn to carry and live your new normal. So glad you have each other! Be very kind to yourself. Much love, Pam
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Spending hours with Soraya in coffee shops and grocery stores, catching up on movies and projects and making fun of all our worries, OMG HER SMILE, snort-laughing at me for getting my bum wet on my bike seat, declaring me on the wrong side of history because of my take on the Jonas Brothers, or even worse a crime, not having a take on the Jonas Brothers: “Jesus, I only know one of them married Sansa Stark!”
What I’d give for more hours.
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I only met Soraya a few times. But when I did, she was wonderful. I felt like I knew her more as Nasreen talked about her and you could see how proud of her she was. It was so moving to hear her friends stories. My sincerest condolences Nasreen and Clifford. Sending you love and strength.
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I have always considered Soraya not just the daughter of a friend, but a friend in her own right. I have dear memories of walks at Lemoine Point, and hearing about new projects and the world of writing and journalism. She will be deeply missed.
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Although I never really knew Soraya I know I really missed out on knowing an amazing person. May she rest in peace. My condolences to her family.
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What lovely tributes from your friends, Soraya. I am so sorry that we did not have more time to get to know each other. I last remember your visit here with Chris, when you were not feeling well, and we saw little of you. But I have always followed your life’s adventures through your dear Mum. From when you were very small. Your writing talent was impressive and much admired. and you were a much loved friend, sister and daughter.
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My dear, brilliant friend Soraya.
I wish I had your way with words, you would know exactly how to express the deep sorrow and despair I feel at your passing. It’s hard to find the words to truly express this loss; a loss I still can’t believe is actually real.
So I choose to remember all the things I loved about you: your ability to make people cackle with abandon at your sometimes highly inappropriate comments; the way you offered your time and your non-judgmental ear without hesitation; your dedication to your craft-journalism (god, you were such a fantastic writer); the comfort you offered your friends when they were going through a tough time; your wild laugh; your ability to always make me laugh loudly while we watched a movie in a theatre; your thoughtfulness; your love-hate relationship with Natalie Portman; your cute short hair.
The last time I saw you, just days before your final birthday, you told me it was ok to die. I didn’t want to accept that, but I understand now. I’m so glad you are no longer in such terrible pain and at the same time, I’m so bereft that you’re no longer here.
In the birthday card I gave you, I said I know that one day in the future we will meet up over coffee (something we did frequently). Soraya, I’m still counting on that happening, it just might be a bit of a longer wait than I imagined. I’ll see you in the next life, with juicy stories to tell and lots of hugs.
I love you, Soraya. Your friend forever, Chloe.
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Soraya, you and your mother and brother have been so important in my life since the day we all met. Did I really babysit you in the mid 1980’s when I was barely twenty something and your were 2 or 3 years old?!! I remember you almost beating me at checkers – your mother whispered to me to back off! After a hiatus of the sort that Life weaves, I’m so grateful that we shared a visit in Toronto in May last year, but there was so much more I could have said to you had I known what the future held. I hate to think of how you’ve been suffering, and I am at the very least calmed that you are no longer suffering. I’m sending you the biggest, warmest, lovingest hug imaginable.
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Soraya, you were such a special and brilliant person. You overflowed with talent, and I always looked forward to reading your work.
But even more, I looked forward to spending time with you.
Someone else on this page mentioned your smirk, and immediately I could picture your face, smirking after making a clever comment. I could always depend on you not just for a laugh but also for genuine wittiness.
You were a true one-of-a-kind person; somehow both analytical and creative, able to pore through research and then carefully pull out what mattered, while inserting your own original thoughts and voice. You were also never afraid to say what was really on your mind and spoke with a refreshing candor. I’ve never met anyone quite like you, and I don’t think I ever will again. Without you, the world is a little duller.
I will always cherish our walks, our conversations on so many topics, and our searches for sweet treats. One of my regrets in life is that we didn’t do that more often. I went to Red Rocket this morning, in your honour, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop by there without thinking about you.
Goodbye, Soraya; I will miss you.
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Look for her spirit to appear unexpectedly. You will know when it happens. Mel
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I remember Soraya as a young girl when she and Joanne (Jo) were at school in Ottawa. With deepest sympathy Kathy, Frances and Joanne (Jo).
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In sadness we remember Soraya. May she rest in peace.
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I know I speak for all of us now…..there’s a hole in our world since you’ve gone. Rest now, in peace.
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Soraya Roberts – A Tribute
Hello Nasreen,
I am not a good one to write about Soraya, we had met only a few times and that years ago, but I wanted to write something giving the circumstances. I remember back a few years, Nasreen told me she would come to visit with us, with Soraya, so I thought I should try to read something by her. This might have been after the funeral of her grandmother. It happened, through my browsing, the first article that came up was her If I Made $4 a Word, This Article Would Be Worth $10,000, something she wrote for Longreads back in 2019 about the pay disparity between the elite writers and those in the trenches like she was. I read it, I thought it well written with engaging humor. When we met, I mentioned to her reading that article. She was a bit taken back, and laughed at the one I chose. I don’t think she thought it among her most significant cultural writings. But in that small time chatting together, Soraya struck me as someone who took charge instinctively, read a room with real maturity, and wasn’t afraid to speak up and challenge the ideas I talked to her about – but in a friendly way. There was that same directness in the article I read, calling out the lies and injustices — big and small — that came with being a woman, cultural critic, and writer in her field.
She was fun. Nasreen would send her and Clifford photos of me on the sofa with Bella, or I wrote her once about a link I saw discussing ribbons on the front of women’s panties.
Alysse remembers the great affection and love with which Nasreen would speak of Soraya — how proud she was of her daughter’s writing and accomplishments as a cultural journalist, and how happy everyone was when Soraya was offered her book project.
I remember her having a lot of raw intelligence, and being very informed and self-aware. She was a very creative and authentic soul. Alysse and I were devastated hearing how her life ended, and later how tortured her last year in depression was. Our condolences to Nasreen, Clifford, and Nassi on this terrible loss. We send our love to all.
Michael Davidson & Alysse Weinberg
August 14, 2026
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Soraya was a brilliant, thoughtful person with mastery of the sentence which built from normalcy to off-the-wall hilarity and fondness for the all-caps non-sequitur email. She was more vividly, rambunctiously, obstinately alive than many people ever will be. She was in her prime (an observation about which I imagine she’d say, laughing, ew) and she will be deeply missed. All my love to Clifford and Nasreen.
😡 forever!
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Soraya, a lovely lady, sadly taken from us too soon.
So sorry for your loss Nasreen and Clifford. You are in my thoughts, especially at this difficult time.
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I met Soraya only a handful of times and will always remember her as having unique qualities with a mix of humour/ sarcasm, deep emotional sensitivity, high intelligence and straightforwardness. Most of what I learned about Soraya was from her mother who was so proud of her achievements.
Soraya’s legacy will live on through her writing, her friends and family especially through Nasreen and Clifford. Thinking of you both, Nasree.n and Clifford, and sending you love and strength.
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Soraya, you will always be the only Soraya in my life, you will always be the laugh, the wit, the Jack Nicholson grin, but cuter, the terrible Heathers sisters, Nick Drake’ songs, Pump up the Volume and True Romance, Christian Slater and Winona Rider in their prime. You will always be my Canadian/Brit little sister, the fierce feminist shaved head, cute as a button. I will miss your one liners, your 10yo braids, your writing and your unique voice. I will see you in the sky, in the movies, hear you in the music, talk to you in my head. May you smile and laugh forever. Love, Fabi
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Soraya… this name means sunshine. I remember her arrow straight posture, seated cross-legged on hardwood floor of Elmwood auditorium. Such poise! But best, her smile. The widest brightest smile that was so much bigger than her tiny physique. I remember her smiling mama too. Bless you Mama, for your warmth. Sending strong memories of a brilliant soul, Soraya. Bless us all, shining spirit women. We are all of the same spark. Om Shanti Soraya!
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I’ll miss so many things about Soraya: her persistent use of internet abbreviations I have to look up and writing ‘WHEEEEEE!’ in all caps in almost every message she sent; getting out-the-blue single-sentence emails from her saying things like “saw a danish show about an asshole chef and he looked like u”; reminding me about 5,000 times to bring her Galaxy Minstrels when I visited her in New York; calling me things like ‘freak show’ and telling me that she misses “yer cotton candy head’.
Soraya always, always made me laugh, right back to when we were fellow fish out of water in Dubai, more than 20 years ago. She was so funny, unbelievably smart, and a gifted and brilliant writer. She was also hugely empathetic; she cared deeply about her friends, and was always there for them. She was open, honest and warm, and she really listened. This is such a huge loss. My condolences to her family.
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Il me reste le joli souvenir de vacances, d’une enfant gracieuse et délicate !le temps est passé, merci pour cette charmante photo, quelle belle présence ! Affectueuses pensées pour Nasreen et Clifford, je vous embrasse bien fort
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There are no words to describe Soraya properly.
She was a unique, vibrant person, who always said what she was thinking and didn’t flinch about one single thing. She was an excellent writer and probably too intelligent for her own good.
I can’t express how many times we laughed over the dumbest stuff, like movies and actors and celebrity gossip. I will keep texting her pictures of Natalie Portman and Winona Ryder despite her no longer being with us.
I will never forget you, Soro. You were my first partner-in-crime at work, for years. No one can ever replace that. I miss you.
My condolences to Nasreen and Clifford.
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Merci Nasreen et Clifford pour votre attention et la jolie photo de Soraya .Sachez que toutes nos pensées vont vers vous en ces moments douloureux et demain Mercredi tout particulièrement au moment de la séparation . mais comme vous le savez “” Nos morts vivent dans nos coeurs . C ‘est la forme d’immortalité la plus consolante ” :Jean Jacques Servan Schreiber et . “les morts vivent tant qu’il y a des vivants pour penser à eux. “E. Henriot.
Nous vous serrons très fort dans nos bras. Courage !Bises : liliane et François.
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With Soraya leaving, a part of my youth is disappearing into the cosmos, and with our memories, a part of Soraya will always remain. Love to all human beings, partly Soraya from now on.
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Me and Soraya – or Soraya and I, as she would have inevitably corrected me – started work in Dubai around the time 20 years or so ago.
She was combative, well-read, argumentative and so well suited to working on Time Out Dubai. We sat opposite each other, and quickly developed a brother-sister bond – annoying, winding each other up – that grew into friendship.
I loved how unique she was, how she’d jumped halfway across the world to write, how different she was to me. You meet a lot of people as a journalist and writer, but few made as big an impression on me as we were both starting out. That laugh, those glasses, that knowing smirk – going to miss them all, but so grateful I got them at all.
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Soraya was such a fun, warm and generous person. She genuinely cared about how you were.
I feel very lucky to have known her and shared some great times together.
You’ll be greatly missed.
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“The Five Stages of Grief” by Linda Pastan
The night I lost you
someone pointed me towards
the Five Stages of Grief
Go that way, they said,
it’s easy, like learning to climb
stairs after the amputation.
And so I climbed.
Denial was first.
I sat down at breakfast
carefully setting the table
for two. I passed you the toast—
you sat there. I passed
you the paper—you hid
behind it.
Anger seemed more familiar.
I burned the toast, snatched
the paper and read the headlines myself.
But they mentioned your departure,
and so I moved on to
Bargaining. What could I exchange
for you? The silence
after storms? My typing fingers?
Before I could decide, Depression
came puffing up, a poor relation
its suitcase tied together
with string. In the suitcase
were bandages for the eyes
and bottles of sleep. I slid
all the way down the stairs
feeling nothing.
And all the time Hope
flashed on and off
in defective neon.
Hope was a signpost pointing
straight in the air.
Hope was my uncle’s middle name,
he died of it.
After a year I am still climbing, though my feet slip
on your stone face.
The treeline
has long since disappeared;
green is a color
I have forgotten.
But now I see what I am climbing
towards: Acceptance
written in capital letters,
a special headline:
Acceptance
its name is in lights.
I struggle on,
waving and shouting.
Below, my whole life spreads its surf,
all the landscapes I’ve ever known
or dreamed of. Below
a fish jumps: the pulse
in your neck.
Acceptance. I finally
reach it.
But something is wrong.
Grief is a circular staircase.
I have lost you.
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I will miss you forever Soraya. It had been so long since I had seen you in person but I always pictured future conversations with you and remembered fondly conversations past. You were one of the most remarkable, charming, and intelligent people I had ever met when we first met in high school. So many of my fondest memories are from sharing those days with you and your brother. You got me when so many others didn’t and I knew you were a kindred spirit from the beginning. You will be deeply missed and mourned. May you find the peace that eluded you in life in a better place where I hope to see you again someday day.
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I will always remember our walks and talks along the berm. You will be missed Soraya. Sincere condolences Nasreen and Clifford.
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Love has no ending I’ll love you, dear, i’ll love you Till China and Africa meet W.H.AUDEN
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Soraya you are so beautiful , so kind and loving. So sorry for your loss Nasreen and Clifford
Thinking of you xx
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You will always be my little sister… we will all miss your smile, your quirky sense of humor, and most of all… your beautiful soul…
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You are so beautiful it hurts to look at you,
You still shine, as always
❤️
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Soraya’s brilliant smile just like her mother’s, huge wit and giant hugs are in the world for always.
YOU GO GIRL!!!!
John and Kath