Pak Abu passed away in his deep sleep last night. His body was brought home from the hospital somewhere after midnight.
It was unexpected, afterall only days before, Syuhada, her daughter who happens to be in my class told me he was in stable condition. But as promised, when the time comes, not a minute will be spared.
The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was, calling students. Unfortunately, many could not make it coz either they have no bike or too tired after yesterday's excursion.
Dila, Hasanah, Tiqah, Zuddin and Faizul came together to pay the last respects to the late Pak Abu.
Brought Yassin, regretably we were a bit late. The body was taken to the bathroom for the last bath. I dont know. This is the first time I encounter such experience. We just not sure to recite Yassin or not. Most of the guest were either said their silent prayers or talked to each other.
How I wish I could melawat jenazah more often in the past!!! So I could lead the children, instead of .. you know... I was like fish out of water.
We waited until he was taken to the mosque for the last prayer. Leaving his house for good. Sombre mood. Evryone was crying silently. Including the guests.
When the late Pak Abu will deeply missed by his family, the neighbours will missed him teribbly too. We've been neighbours since 1980.
Well, honestly, seeing the whole incidents today, I can't help but wondering, when my time come... camna agaknya nanti.
Teringat lak one nasyid tu... camni kot lebih kurang..
Alas to dust we all return
some shall rejoice, while others burn
If only I knew that before
The line grew short and came my turn
And now as beneath my sod
They lay me (with my record flawed)
They cry not knowing I cried worst
For they go home
I FACE MY GOD!!
o marks the words that I do say
Who knows tomorrow could be your day
At last it comes to heaven or hell
Decide which now,
Do not delay.