The demise of my granduncle.
Days went by, but the air was still stifled with streaks of grief and anguish. Only today do I feel as though normalcy had returned to our household.
Since my toddler years, my late granduncle fondly calls me "Siti Kaya" whenever I feel heavy in the dumps. The pet name was a reminder of my inability to pronounce "S". I used to get really peeved each time he calls me that, until one day he propped me on his lap and said;
"I initially did that to tease you, but I truly hope that one day you will grow up to be someone who is "Kaya" *rich* in values. :)".
His last words on 20 Nov were;
"Are you leaving already?"
That was when he looked pass me and I knew it won't be long until I lose him. That I can no longer hear my beloved granduncle calling me "Siti Kaya" anymore ...
انّا للہ و انّا الیه راجعونInna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'unVerily we belong to God and to God we shall return.
May Allah S.W.T accept his good deeds, forgive his wrongdoings and place him among His beloved.
Resuming working life.
2.31pm Malaysian Time