Sadness

This post is Dedicated to Sadness

 

Someone very close to me lost her Grandmother today, Allah Yir7amha! It’s the first time this person lost someone so close to her. She had never experienced death of a close family member.

 

During the time I was comforting her, I remembered the close people in my life that had passed away. اللهم اغفر المسلمين و اسكنهم فسيح جناتك

 

I was literally raised by my Grandparents, when I was born my grandfather named me after his mom and my Grandmother (Allah Yir7amha)was so attached to me and I loved her like my own mother. When I was 8 years old my parents decided to move into their own house but I stayed with my grandparents they just didn’t want to let me go. It was fine with me, I saw my parents almost everyday as we didn’t stay far from each other.

 

When I was 15 years old, my grandmother had an eye problem due to a lot of pressure in her head so she had to have a small operation. She went abroad with my Uncle, Grandfather and my mom. The operation didn’t take place but instead she got a Heart Attack and was totally brain damaged. She went into a Comma for a year and half and passed away one Friday morning after Fajr prayers. She was in a comma when we bought her back home; I just wonder how she was feeling at that time. We couldn’t talk to her nor know how she was feeling. We had a special room in the house equipped with the medical equipment and full time nurses. When she passed away it couldn’t click me, I couldn’t cry, I was in total shock till the moment I saw my Father crying I ran to him and hugged him so hard and started crying.

 

When I came back from college in 2006, it was youm Il Isra ul Miraj. We were all fasting at home, I was praying Maghrib when I heard my mom talking on the phone and saying out loud “Ya allah, Ya allah….” Then I suddenly heard my sister crying out so loud, I finished praying and rushed out. I asked my mom what was wrong, she told me that my aunt called and said that my 17 year old cousin has had a very bad accident with his motorbike and she doesn’t know where he is. I told my mom and sis to cool down and I’d call my father and get the details, my sister was extremely close with this cousin of mine he was like the brother she never had. I called my dad and the moment he answers he replies “I’ve heard”. I ask him what hospital is he in, he says – “ Fahad passed away”. I started crying instantly and my mom and sister understood. It was extremely sad, he was 17 and we had just seen him at his house the day before. It was more devastating seeing his friends crying so much, he had a tragic accident and his face was torn apart. Allah yir7ama. These incidents should let us learn on how to appreciate life and respect others, not to live in this world like theres no tomorrow and most importantly to remember Allah cause you dont know when your day is coming or what can happen to you in the next minute.

 

During my final exams in my last year of college, a very good friend of mine past away. He was like a brother to me; we were together in school from Kindergarten all the way till the day we finished high school. He was in Toronto and he passed away in his sleep, Allah Yir7ama. He was also a few months away from graduating.

 

Uncles, Aunties, Cousins and many people I know have passed away but these are the closest whose death affected me. This is life and we’ll all go the same path!

 

 

Ok, over with the sad post………J