Saturday, August 25
I woke up today to a saddening news. A close neighbour,Nenek Asiah,who I've thought of as my own granma passed away. I wasn't sure what time she passed away, but mum went to pay her last respects at 6 am. I was dead tired yesterday thus I fell asleep early. If only I was up deejaying, I would have known the news earlier.
Arwah Nenek Asiah is a very close neighbour.She is my mum's friend whom my mum have known after getting married to my dad. Whenever any of us(me,hubby or brother) feels lazy to go to the market, mum would call her up and 'kirim' a few stuff. She is indeed what we call IRON LADY. She is a bony, skinny old woman but she can carrya basket full of fish,veggies from the wet market.
The irony of it all is yesterday, my mum asked me to goto the market today. I said, tengok dulu lah. But because I was tired, I said besok(meaning today) mak kirim nenek aje lah. It brings tears to my eyes now.Of how we depended so much on her.Of how now's she's gone.
My brother was the last person from our family to see her.He was going out and saw her sitting at the staircase of the opposite block,like how she always does if she needs a breather from all the walking. She ask my brother for a cigarette and ask him where he was going.The way she always does,treating us like one of her grandchildren.
Tears still flow down my cheeks now.I cried when I got the news,in the bus on the wayto Pusara Abadi.When I reached Pusara Abadi,it donned unto me how close it is between my two uncles graves to hers,to Ewin's dad,to June's dad.And on the way back to the bus, I saw a name that brought the tears flowing again-Shahrunizam Bin Rustam Pane.I stopped over at his grave and sedekahkan Al Fateha before boarding the bus home. I managed to stop over at my uncle Harun and Khalid's grave but only remembered about Ewin's and June's dads when I was already in the bus.I told myself that I would visit their graves the next time I'm here.Insyallah.
I had lunch with mum just now and both of us cried.She said each time she looks at the door,she's reminded of arwah Nenek Asiah.Of how the door would be pushed slowly by her from outside cos she's taking a breather sitting on the step outside my home.We're indebted to her.
May God bless her soul and she be placed amongst the people of faith.Amin Ya Rabbalamin.
Feathers
8/25/2007 03:15:00 PM
