It has been almost 10 years and 5 months now since the last time I kissed his cheeks. It was a goodbye kiss, with high hope that we'll meet again in the Hereafter, with Allah bless. May he rest in peace.
It was one fine Wednesday afternoon, when I came home after school. My umi was waiting with a gloomy face. "Tok Ayah masuk hospital, jatuh kat kedai masa makan pagi," she reported. I was shocked. Being an eleven year old girl did not stop me from thinking all the possible consequences, but losing him soon was not one of the thought. "Umi nak pergi hospital kejap lagi," she added after packing sandwiches for me. I, who had to leave home soon for my 'Fardhu Ain' class nodded, and rushed to school. It was around 1.30 pm at that time.
My Fardhu Ain class finished early, around 3 pm. At the end of the year, most of the syllabus was finished and after saying goodbye to teachers and friends, I strode back to home. At home, Kak Long and my little brother, who at that time I called adik and was 4 years younger than me have already been waiting. "Mana umi?" he shoot his question. "Hospital, tok ayah sakit."
After changing my school uniform, I joined Kak Long watching an Indon drama, which I did not have much interest in but watch it anyway. My mind kept thinking about Tok Ayah's condition. My brother was playing, not far from the watching room. "Kenapa tok ayah masuk hospital Kak La?" I shrugged and then added " Umi kata jatuh masa makan, sakit dada."
20 minutes later, the phone rang. I was sitting closest to the phone, answered quickly. "Umi," I was so happy to hear her voice. Two heads turned to me quickly and they were anticipating to hear what was she going to tell me. I, for once never expected what umi going to say next is one of the saddest thing that could happen to my life." La..." her voice sounded so gloomy "Tok Ayah dah tak ada," right away the phone slipped from my hand and I heard myself screamed "Tok Ayah!". Kak Long was so shocked but she quickly took the phone from the floor and talked to my mom. She joined me crying over the lost of our beloved grandfather seconds later.
My grandfather died of sudden cardiac failure. His funeral took place after Isya', 29th October 1997. Although I knew at that time that he would never be around again, but his love and kindness would always be remembered. My tok ayah would always be one of the greatest people I'd known and loved.
Rest in peace Allahyarham Haji Mahmood Bin Ibrahim
It was one fine Wednesday afternoon, when I came home after school. My umi was waiting with a gloomy face. "Tok Ayah masuk hospital, jatuh kat kedai masa makan pagi," she reported. I was shocked. Being an eleven year old girl did not stop me from thinking all the possible consequences, but losing him soon was not one of the thought. "Umi nak pergi hospital kejap lagi," she added after packing sandwiches for me. I, who had to leave home soon for my 'Fardhu Ain' class nodded, and rushed to school. It was around 1.30 pm at that time.
My Fardhu Ain class finished early, around 3 pm. At the end of the year, most of the syllabus was finished and after saying goodbye to teachers and friends, I strode back to home. At home, Kak Long and my little brother, who at that time I called adik and was 4 years younger than me have already been waiting. "Mana umi?" he shoot his question. "Hospital, tok ayah sakit."
After changing my school uniform, I joined Kak Long watching an Indon drama, which I did not have much interest in but watch it anyway. My mind kept thinking about Tok Ayah's condition. My brother was playing, not far from the watching room. "Kenapa tok ayah masuk hospital Kak La?" I shrugged and then added " Umi kata jatuh masa makan, sakit dada."
20 minutes later, the phone rang. I was sitting closest to the phone, answered quickly. "Umi," I was so happy to hear her voice. Two heads turned to me quickly and they were anticipating to hear what was she going to tell me. I, for once never expected what umi going to say next is one of the saddest thing that could happen to my life." La..." her voice sounded so gloomy "Tok Ayah dah tak ada," right away the phone slipped from my hand and I heard myself screamed "Tok Ayah!". Kak Long was so shocked but she quickly took the phone from the floor and talked to my mom. She joined me crying over the lost of our beloved grandfather seconds later.
My grandfather died of sudden cardiac failure. His funeral took place after Isya', 29th October 1997. Although I knew at that time that he would never be around again, but his love and kindness would always be remembered. My tok ayah would always be one of the greatest people I'd known and loved.
Rest in peace Allahyarham Haji Mahmood Bin Ibrahim
