_Sunday, April 27, 2008
237 am on 24th April 2008, a person that my family looked up to the most return to Rahmahtullah. My loved nenek, Zawiyah Bte Abdullah, passed of Pneumonia.
When I got the call at 240 that morning, I was in shock. Though it has been 3 weeks since she was in the hospital, I was still in shock. I woke my mom up. It tore me to relay the news to my mom. It took her a full 3 mins to register the news in her mind and she slowly got up. I woke my sisters up as well. They were up in a matter of few seconds. But only my mom and I went to the hospital. By the time we reached, we bumped into Pak Ngah and Mak Ngah. Pak Ngah is Nenek's eldest son. The moment my mom saw him, she salam him and they both started crying. It was hard to see them in grief. The last that I saw Pak Ngah cried was when he was going to Haji, which was a long time ago.
We went up and Mak Cha and Mak Nah was already there. Mak Cha, being the one who took care of her, was crying very hard. I saw Nenek. She looked peaceful and I am sure that she is now in a very good place. We linger for a while, the rest of Nenek's children came. All was there.
By 3 plus, the ladies are at Nenek's house to prepare for the body to come home. It was difficult to see her sons and grandsons carry her to her bedroom while all of us watch. I was in pain. A pain that I last felt when my dad passed away.
We did what was necessary while waiting for the time for her last bath. I was there to watch, though I did not managed to see everything. Her daughters and daughter-in-laws were there to assist. When it was time for her to go, everyone was crying. Not only her children who felt the lost, but also us, her grandchildren.
For as long as I could remember, she was always around. I remembered playing with her scarfs at her place, she feeding me my lunch while I'm running around with my cousins. She would offer me her Longan drink, which she stocks in her fridge in case if her grandchildren comes. She will always be giving us some money whenever we visit her. When she handed the money she will always tell us that it is not much, but this is all that she could afford to give. I would tell her thanks and she will kiss my cheek. Knowing that I won't be able to feel that kiss again makes me wanna cry so bad. But I know better. She is back to where she came from and I hope that she will be happy.
For the last 3 days, I was going to tahlil for Nenek. Everyone was there and I hope this will help her through the journey to the next world. No words can say on how much I love her.
There are so many thing that you have taught me and I will always remember thatAl-Fatihah.
family is everything. I hope you are in a happy place now, with Atok, Pak Noh
and the rest of the family. We will always remember you and deep in our hearts,
a part of you still lives.
Penned on @ 7:24 PM
