Al Fatihah II

Yesterday will always be the day I will never forget. The passing of mother-in-law in KK. I went back to my husband's hometown, sampai around 10.30. The day reflect the somber mood that my husband and I was feeling. Even anchaq was quite, mirroring our thoughts. The fog is barely lifting as we wait for the traffic light to turn green. It was drizzling. My husband was sad, I could just feel it in him, although he put up a brave front. I could only guess what's playing in his mind and heart. My prayers to my dearly departed and thoughts to my dearest hubby. Yang and Lid's wife greeted my return. My heart gave out when Yang told me to calm down. All those feelings remained forever unknown.

We went into the house. It was drizzling still. Tah was lying there near the door. She looked small. Her face lined but she looked rested. Like she was glad to be able to leave all of her troubles behind. Dear Tah, I pray that your soul would be among those favoured by Allah. I thank you for the blessing that is my husband and how you had thought them well. Tah, may Allah forgives all our sins and may you rest in eternal peace.

I then went to see Bapak with anchaq, Lid led the way. He looked well, although bed-ridden, he can't hear me much. He looked very much like Abang. How he must have been hurting, knowing that his companion had left him, lying in the next room. I took his hand and kissed it, willing my sadness and my thoughts to flow from my heart to his. He is quite calm, saying thanks for visiting, always the proper gentleman. My dear father-in-law.

The rest was quite a blur, I remember greeting Wah, who tried to take her hands away from me. I asked Yang for the Yaasin, my last gift for Tah. I read for her, asked anchaq to do the same. Afterwards I went to sit by Yang, I felt an immense burden was lifting, although somehow I just felt uneasy against the unwanted attention. I went and saw the preparations for the bathing ritual. The wash basin that Rahmat was preparing. I was aching to do some heavy work, just to stop my thoughts from going into an overdrive. It appears that there was none. Luckily my husband came to my rescue, relieving me. I asked to go to KK, some business to attend to I said. He looked into me and understand, as I understand his thoughts. Okay, he said and asked Yang to accompany me to the car. we said goodbyes. Anchaq asked when he would see his baba again. Baba said he'll call and let him know. I thought that was nice of anchaq.

After filling up in KK, we drove back. I saw a familar Pajero negotiating the turn after the Menora Tunnel, en route to KK. The rain was intermittent. Stopped by the office, some unfinished matters. Still my thoughts are in KK, to my husband and his grieving family. From the Lord we came, on unto Him we will depart.