Monday, March 21, 2005
I've just finished reading a blog found @ my fren's website. & as soon as finished reading it, i felt a lump in my throat, it touches my heart & i came to an instant to the memories of whom i missed & left before me. the blog was written in malay in Indo language. The author experience dis last 2 years; where a child is born, lived & left. she was his niece, struggling onto tubes,shyringes after syringes right after she was delivered, the following day she passed away.
How delicate & fragile life is till @ one point when ur beloved sum1 gone to the nxt world, den u'll realise how short life could be, how precious he's been to you, how u wish there's no death & life continues as it is & not fearing death shall come to you. Grandpa left me 4yrs back when i thot he'll stay much much longer after being treated in hospital, but he left a few days later in the arms of my mum & the place where he would rather leave peacefully.... his home. i missed the days when he would send & fetch me to & frm school, had sweets in his pockets & surprised me with it wen he return frm his werk as a gardener cum cleaner. sometimes no sweets but never failed to brighten up my day w/sumtin else in his pockets which were the tiny guavas he plucked. how thotful he was... :) he suffered frm a stroke, paraylsed frm his waist dwn & dat didn't stop him frm his duty as a muslim to pray 5 times a day regardless of his condition. dat was sumtink im proud of & really admired his courage. he improved day by day & at 1 pt he managed to walk again w/a stick after many years of trying. I missed those times when he would ask me to pluck his white long eyebrow cos it irritates his eyes, the time when i clipped his hard nails cos its lenghtened, would paid me for every single white hair ive plucked... all these were infact the sweet memories ive had when he's around by my side...
I had dreams of him sitting @ the side of bed smiling dwn @ me... when i tried to start talking it just wouldn't speak up & suddenly i felt breathless; he touched my forehead & im glad i could open my eyes & breathe again, dat was when i realised i almost missed my morning prayers...
Since then im always hoping i could see him again in my dreams but dat seldom happened. A few mths later my closest uncle passed away, he's a helpful man w/a gd heart. he was like a father to me, i was in despair for a moment but came back strong as all this dat had happen, there is a blessing in disguise... May Allah protects them frm the hell fire & always be w/them.. amin
