Retired Brigadier Ibrahim Ali Al-Harbi, the former Director of the General Administration of Information Technology at the Public Security, passed away on Monday following a sudden heart attack in Riyadh. Recognized for his service to the national security sector, Al-Harbi’s funeral proceedings are scheduled for Wednesday at Al-Rajhi Mosque in Riyadh, with burial to follow at Al-Nasim Cemetery.
Funeral Arrangements and Memorial Services
The funeral prayer for Brigadier Al-Harbi will be held on Wednesday afternoon at the Al-Rajhi Mosque in the Al-Jazira district of Riyadh. Following the service, he will be laid to rest at the Al-Nasim Cemetery. The family is scheduled to receive condolences at their residence in the Al-Sahafa district of Riyadh on both Wednesday and Thursday. The timing of the funeral has been coordinated to accommodate the arrival of his son, Dr. Luay Al-Harbi, who is currently traveling from Australia.
Public Service Legacy
Brigadier Al-Harbi was widely acknowledged as a significant contributor to the public security sector, specifically through his leadership role in the General Administration of Information Technology. He is survived by his sons, Dr. Luay and Muayad Al-Harbi, and his brothers, Nasser, Mohammed, and Abdullah Al-Harbi.
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Frequently Asked Questions
When and where will the funeral for Brigadier Ibrahim Ali Al-Harbi be held?
The funeral prayer is scheduled for Wednesday afternoon at the Al-Rajhi Mosque in the Al-Jazira district of Riyadh, followed by burial at Al-Nasim Cemetery.
When can the public offer condolences to the family?
The family will receive condolences at their home in the Al-Sahafa district of Riyadh on Wednesday and Thursday.
Who are the immediate surviving family members of the deceased?
He is survived by his sons, Dr. Luay and Muayad Al-Harbi, and his brothers, Nasser, Mohammed, and Abdullah Al-Harbi.
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