بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيْم
السَّلاَمُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ
Today, its has been a month since my father passed away.
Back to the same date last month. I still remember how it feels.
I was in my office, waiting for another 2 hours to go back. I received a message in my family group whatsApp regarding Ayah's condition. He is dying, we keep updating his condition. At that time, i told my boss Match that i need to go to Klang, where my father was, and he allowed. Then i called my husband to come over and fetch me.
Few minutes after, they said ayah passed away, just waiting for medical unit to come and confirm it. There is another story behind, what exactly happened to me. It was a chaotic moment. Let me skip that part.
Then we arrived at dusk. I seat beside my father's cold and pale body. I hugged him. Told him that i'm sorry i'm a bit late. I wasn't day for his last breath.
We kept his body for one night. The whole family and family members arrived the next morning.
His jenazah was bathed, kafan and solat at Sultan Sulaiman Royal Mosque, Klang.
Then his last place was at Muslim Cemetery Kg Jati located at Kota Raja Mosque front yard.
Ayah, thank you for everything you did for me, for my whole life, for my future.
Thank you ayah.
I miss you so much.
Sampai bertemu lagi disana dunia abadi.
Al Fatihah
