Fatiha Miles, age 48 of Lonoke, went to be with her Heavenly father July 12, 2016. She was born February 16, 1968 in Morocco, Africa, Kenitra.

Heaven celebrated as she was reunited with her two sons Charles Franklin "Cody" Hall and Corey Michael Saber.

She leaves behind to forever cherish her memory and carry on her sense of adventure her Fiance Michael Garrett of the home; daughters Shana Brunner of Illinois, Faith Garrett and Gracelynn Garrett; mother Sofia Ingram; step-father Gary Ingram; adoptive father Douglas Wooding; sisters Theresa Wooding and Jessica Wooding; brother Youseff Wooding; two grandchildren Anna Hall and Grace Hall and daughter-in-law Megan Golliglee; along with many other family members and dear friends.

She loved her family most of all! The greatest joys in her life were her two grandbabies; Grace and Anna along with her two step daughters Faith and Gracelynn. She loved the outdoors and camping. Everyone she met became part of her family. She was an incredibly forgiving person to everyone. She was honest to a fault and so compassionate! She loved waterfalls and had been to many different places around the world. She lost her son on November 6, 2015 and as much as she was hurting, she always worried more about others during this time then her own pain. She was a beautiful woman in every sense of the word. And anyone that had the chance to know her was blessed with so much more than a friend.

Visitation Wednesday, July 20, 2016 6:00 p.m. till 8:00 p.m. at the funeral home. Graveside services 9:30 a.m. Saturday, July 23, 2016 at Robertstown Cemetery in Hattieville, Arkansas.

From Jessica:

Fatiha came across the ocean from Morocco at the age of 15 without a word of English and a ratty suitcase. She came to be with a family she didn't know. She was full of hopes and dreams, maybe a little piss and vinegar. She was annoyed to babysit me and I was annoyed that I didn't understand a word she was saying. Then I learned "Aetani qibla." Which meant, "Give me a kiss" in Arabic. That made things a little easier. Next thing ya know, we was like peas and carrots! We were family. She taught me how to cook and she taught me how to dance. She helped raise me. I drove her crazy, but she loved me anyway.

My sister was something else! She screamed around town on a second hand 10 speed, that was how she got to her three different jobs. She was always busy, a real "go getter". She knew how to survive and didn't complain. She was strong, beautiful and proud. They called her Tiger Eyes and there was no doubt, she was wide-eyed and ready.

I remember the day Fatiha left for Arkansas. Her car was packed full of random stuff. I can recall seeing a toaster stuffed back in the original box and pressed up against the side window. My young brain didn't quite register that she was actually moving all that she could cram in that little Nissan Sentra far, far away. If I'd known that day that I'd only see her 5 times in the next 20 years, I'd have hugged her harder before she left.

From that day forward, time became a bandit; stealing our would be memories. Money was always tight and there was always next year. Like a lot of families, we had our bag of crap that we passed around to feed the separation. It's always someone's fault and we'll make up another day.
Days turned into months, months turned into years and life happened. The few precious times I saw her, there wasn't enough hours in the day or wine in the bottle to share all that had happened in each other's lives. A week or two would go by in the blink of an eye and she would be gone again. 'Til next time. Now, there won't be a next time.

However, this is not goodbye. I know that some day, we will be together again. Although I have cried some bitter tears, I know you see my heart. I want to thank you Fatiha for your many kindnesses. Thank you for making me feel protected and loved. Thank you for all the laughs and even tears. Thank you for the many lessons you taught me. Thank you for being larger than life when I was so young. Oh how I wanted to emulate you! To be strong like you, smart like you and just a beautiful. You always seemed so fearless. Thank you for being what I aspired to be. No matter where life took you, it's ups and then it's downs; I always saw you inner light. That is the Fatiha that I will remember. I cannot find the words to say how much I love you or how your passing has affected me. Just know that there is love. There will always, always be love.

From Michael:

Fatiha was such an incredible person with such a bright shining light of beauty, love, hope and compassion. Everyone who met her tried to capture a little piece of that light from her to hold onto and keep with you, but just as any light that is created it only moves forward. Always with such intensity and can not be capture or held.

We have to enjoy that light for the moment in time while it is there. Just as it is when the sun goes down or the lights are turned off, the world feels so dark and empty. This is why we look forward to the next day when the sun will come out again, so we will get to enjoy her light again. For her light shines on and is waiting to warm us and embrace us when we are together again.