Last Sunday, 3rd of February 2008 was a day that they will remember for the rest of their lives. The passing of a beloved husband, a wonderful father and a great grandfather. He was due to celebrate his 67th birthday today, February 11th.
He was my sister’s father in law. He was ill and bedridden for the last 21/2 years. And God has decided to end his 21/2 years misery. At 7.30 pm while everyone is busy to get ready for Maghrib prayers he succumbed to death. I was watching the TV when I received the frantic phone call from my sister.
It was just the night before that we performed a Solat Hajat & recite yassin for him. He was well and smiling from ear to ear. I remembered holding and stroking his hands. But he looked different, he refused to eat and drink only milk. He kept on staring at the walls and shook his head. Since he felt sick, at least once a week I will find time to visit him. Each time when I visit him, I will sit next to him and talk to him. I have lost my father about 21/2 years ago and each time when I see him, it will remind me of my own dad. How I spent the last moment of my dad’s life sitting next to him.
When I reached the house, he has already gone. He looked peaceful and as if he is sleeping. I was asked by my sister to fetch her son who is studying at the boarding school. I have to break the terrible news to him. My nephew cried when I told him about the passing of Aki.
It was such a long night. They decided to bury him the next day. I decided to spend the night there to help them out preparing for the funeral. It was a very tiring night. We slept for few hours and take turns reading the Quran.
Aki or Pakcik Nan was buried on Monday. I bid my farewell to him and may his soul rest in peace, Insyaallah. Al Fatihah.
He was my sister’s father in law. He was ill and bedridden for the last 21/2 years. And God has decided to end his 21/2 years misery. At 7.30 pm while everyone is busy to get ready for Maghrib prayers he succumbed to death. I was watching the TV when I received the frantic phone call from my sister.
It was just the night before that we performed a Solat Hajat & recite yassin for him. He was well and smiling from ear to ear. I remembered holding and stroking his hands. But he looked different, he refused to eat and drink only milk. He kept on staring at the walls and shook his head. Since he felt sick, at least once a week I will find time to visit him. Each time when I visit him, I will sit next to him and talk to him. I have lost my father about 21/2 years ago and each time when I see him, it will remind me of my own dad. How I spent the last moment of my dad’s life sitting next to him.
When I reached the house, he has already gone. He looked peaceful and as if he is sleeping. I was asked by my sister to fetch her son who is studying at the boarding school. I have to break the terrible news to him. My nephew cried when I told him about the passing of Aki.
It was such a long night. They decided to bury him the next day. I decided to spend the night there to help them out preparing for the funeral. It was a very tiring night. We slept for few hours and take turns reading the Quran.
Aki or Pakcik Nan was buried on Monday. I bid my farewell to him and may his soul rest in peace, Insyaallah. Al Fatihah.
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