Dad. Ayah.

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
اللهم صل على سيدنا محمد وعلى آله وصحبه وسلم

One of the ustaz/teacher said in a gathering that we all watched malay drama so much until we think that our death will be easy.

Scene 1: Dying in bed, surrounded by close family members, relatives, loved ones etc
Scene 2: Ask forgiveness from close ones
Scene 3: Say laa-ilaaha-illa-Allah
(لا إله إلا الله)
The end.

When the ustaz said that. I was like wait, sounds familiar. Ayah. Dad.

About a year and a week before Ayah passed away, his mother, my grandmother, passed away. Then my mother said that he said something along the lines of ‘kesian mak, takde org teman’ (I pity my mum, nobody is there to accompany her)

On medical records, Ayah had stage 4 liver cancer. We found out 7 months after his mum’s death and the doctor gave him 6 months to live. But qaddarallah, he survived for five months or so.

24th November 2009
My brother was in the national service camp, but he requested to leave that night because my dad was not in a good situation. Alhamdulillah. He was able to book out of camp and came home.

It was night and me and my younger brother was just laying around in bed beside ayah. Then people started to come as my mum had contacted them- his dad (my grandfather), his brother, his bestfriend, his auntie, some of his brother-in-law and a whole lot of people came.

His condition was that he just lay in bed. After a few hours there, mum said he repeatedly said his syahadah. And then later on, my uncle came and guide him to say it again. Even though slow and in between breaths. He did. My older brother said he didn’t say anything after that. Just a long silence until he passed away(I was there but it was all fuzzy)

He also asked forgiveness from his dad and auntie. (Maybe a few more relatives that were there)

And He passed away on the morning of 25 November, 8 Dzul Hijjah in front of me and a room full of people he knows and I believe he loves and they love him.

End of story.

Ya Allah, forgive him, grant him the highest pradise and gather us together there with your companionship and the companionship of Rasulullah صلى الله عليه وسلم. Allahumma aaamiin.

I guess the man who sort of drilled at me even before seven that we will die with only our deeds and covering us is just white cloth was always preparing for his own.


You always say “Alhamdulillah ‘alaa kulli haal/Praise to Allah upon all conditions” even though something bad happened. And when I was younger I’ll just walked away thinking…whaaat…

You forgave and forgave people. Closed your eyes on debts people owed you, cheated you. You forgave them.

You didn’t lose hope on people. Even though with tattoos and piercings, you adviced them to remove the piercings and helped them out.

You were the one that read some ayats and rub my stomach when my tummy was in pain. You taught me to ask Him directly before relying on medicine, even though even medicine is from Allah.

You were humble enough, remembering that you were here to please Allah that even when I corrected you, you were smiling….even though some adults would disapproved or showed signs of displeasure.

You were always searching for knowledge and your religious teacher said that you were always the one who will reach first for class. And you were the joker in class, making people laugh.

…And making us laugh. Annoyingly disturbing me when I’m studying. Lay in bed with me when I annoyingly woke you up in the middle of the night because I’m scared. (Kental ey?)

اللهم ارحمه وعافه واعفو عنه ، واسكنه فردوسك الاعلى يا رحمن يا رحيم.

اللهم اغفرلي ولوالدي وارحمهما كما ربياني صغيرا.

On a side note, the mother of Habib Umar had also recently passed away.
اللهم ارحمها وعافها واعفو عنها ، واسكنها فردوسك الاعلى يا رحمن يا رحيم.


Edited: 12/06/15


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