That will be a sacred date for me. The date that will forever etched in my mind. The date that I will not longer hear her voice and see her sweet smile. The date that I will no longer be eating the food that she cooked, the finest cook and the best food ever in the eyes and the heart of her son for she knew whats best for him, always....
Admittedly, I was shocked of her demised. Deep in my heart, I knew that she will be leaving her family but not as fast. Her leaving is as what Allah's had promised, 'not a second more nor a second less', the time to meet Him has been pre determined. As for myself, admittedly again, my preparation for her demised has not been rock solid. I was not there when she was gone yet I was the last to kiss her hand and cheeks the night before. Same as with my late father. I was the last person he spoke to over the phone before he collapsed later in the mosque during Friday prayer 11 years ago. Being not fully prepared, I can't controlled my emotion of losing her. I cried when the doctors and nurses did the last rite. I cried when I watched her lifeless body in the morgue after being bathed by the Ustazah. The painful look had changed to a calm and smiling face. I cried the next early morning in her room alone, observing all the things she had, the bed, the 'tasbih', the old fan and the things especially all the clothes that I bought for her and I cried for the last time when I kissed her cold forehead before her face was covered for the last time to get readied for the final prayer.
It was drizzling that morning as her body was put to rest to a place that I chose after negotiating with the grave digger just after the Subuh prayer. Her resting place is near a big tree only 3 meters from the grave of our father, her beloved husband. The rain in itself had a calming effect, evaporating the horrible haze that succumbed Muar area since 2 days ago.
Allah Is Great. Everything about her funeral was perfectly done. Allah must have like this small woman a lot. A pious person likeable to all to those who have known her, I firmly believed she 'is in good hands now'. The morning before she died, she had told my puzzled sister how she had smelt perfume five times. Alhamdullilah. All this is a testament for her children to feel relieved to let her go.
Ya Allah, bless her with your grace till the day that all will be awaken. Amin.
Her last picture taken during Hari Raya 2010 with the baju kurung that I bought her.
In loving memory, Allahyarhamah Hajah Rokiah Bte Endot (age 78)
Admittedly, I was shocked of her demised. Deep in my heart, I knew that she will be leaving her family but not as fast. Her leaving is as what Allah's had promised, 'not a second more nor a second less', the time to meet Him has been pre determined. As for myself, admittedly again, my preparation for her demised has not been rock solid. I was not there when she was gone yet I was the last to kiss her hand and cheeks the night before. Same as with my late father. I was the last person he spoke to over the phone before he collapsed later in the mosque during Friday prayer 11 years ago. Being not fully prepared, I can't controlled my emotion of losing her. I cried when the doctors and nurses did the last rite. I cried when I watched her lifeless body in the morgue after being bathed by the Ustazah. The painful look had changed to a calm and smiling face. I cried the next early morning in her room alone, observing all the things she had, the bed, the 'tasbih', the old fan and the things especially all the clothes that I bought for her and I cried for the last time when I kissed her cold forehead before her face was covered for the last time to get readied for the final prayer.
It was drizzling that morning as her body was put to rest to a place that I chose after negotiating with the grave digger just after the Subuh prayer. Her resting place is near a big tree only 3 meters from the grave of our father, her beloved husband. The rain in itself had a calming effect, evaporating the horrible haze that succumbed Muar area since 2 days ago.
Allah Is Great. Everything about her funeral was perfectly done. Allah must have like this small woman a lot. A pious person likeable to all to those who have known her, I firmly believed she 'is in good hands now'. The morning before she died, she had told my puzzled sister how she had smelt perfume five times. Alhamdullilah. All this is a testament for her children to feel relieved to let her go.
Ya Allah, bless her with your grace till the day that all will be awaken. Amin.
Her last picture taken during Hari Raya 2010 with the baju kurung that I bought her.Mum, I will never again have the opportunity to buy you clothes or the McD porridge or the Kentucky mash potatoes that you like so much......
Mum, forgive me for all my wrongdoing and things that made you sad for I can never repay you for giving me birth and bringing me up with your love and affection from a tiny being to here I am now to face this world today...I love you mum and will be forever missing you....
Mum, forgive me for all my wrongdoing and things that made you sad for I can never repay you for giving me birth and bringing me up with your love and affection from a tiny being to here I am now to face this world today...I love you mum and will be forever missing you....
In loving memory, Allahyarhamah Hajah Rokiah Bte Endot (age 78)
By 5.00pm we changed clothes, exited the theme park and went back to the designated place. The bus was already there for us. We left Singapore via Tuas and were on our way back to KL, stopping for dinner at Yong Peng and reached KL by 11.00pm.
