Marks forty days since you returned to Allah, Ibuk
Yesterday since morning, our home was full—full of footsteps, full of prayers, full of people who loved you. Family came and went, helping, cooking, and sometime talk about you. By evening, not only our close family but all nieces, neighbours, everyone gathered filled this home. But among all the people who were here, one person was missing: you. These past few days, my mind keeps whispering all the “How Ifs” How if I could have done more? How if I could have done better? How if Allah had given us just a little more time? My mind has been crowded with questions—questions about myself, about the things I did and didn’t do, about every moment that has now become memory. My heart also keeps whispering all the “should haves.” You should have lived long enough to see me and adik get married. But then it hits me— even if you had stayed until our married and only then returned to Allah, I know I would still find myself saying: You should have waited to see your grandchildren… ...