The recovery.
(Photos: My Instagram)
These were the main reasons for the hiatus here.
January 14, 2013. Yet another Monday to Kamal, Khalish, and I until we received a news from Kelantan. Ayoh was critically ill. After Isya', Kamal and I took turns to drive to the East Coast. All the while, my father, who tagged along, requested Khalish to pray for his paternal grandfather's recovery. My mother, who was under the weather then, prayed for the best from Rembau.
The next day, seeing ayoh in the Coronary Care Unit evoked mixed emotions within me. When I held his hand, I sensed his spirit. There lay a man whom I will always remember as the one with firm faith, the one with wise words, the one with pure charisma. With each solo visit, I silently recited zikr. For his soul, as well as mine. I longed for his wisdom still.
Alhamdulillah, ayoh has been blessed with a circle of family and friends who physically and spiritually stayed by his side throughout the chronic stage. With the will of God, the prayers for his well-being were granted on Friday although the doctor advised everybody to prepare for the worst on Thursday. Oh, how he smiled through the oxygen mask upon being greeted by the loved ones. A contrast to the stillness four days ago.
Kamal, Khalish, and I left Kelantan that January 19 with a vow to return. Meanwhile, Kamal's sisters and their respective family members there kept us informed about ayoh from time to time. Our indescribable gratitude for their thoughts. It was a relief to know that he was well cared for.
From January 24 to February 12, we have returned to Kelantan twice. Also with us were Lisa and Joey, Khalish's half siblings. The last time we met ayoh, he was his energetic-self again. That man, he inspires!
Kamal and I want our parents to know that we love them, unconditionally.
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| Our parents, last Aidilfitri. |