Sadness.
My nephew didn't make it. He passed away this morning at 5:15.
I was up from 2 AM until 5:15 to finish the remaining part of my Business Law assignment.
Actually I was up from 6 yesterday evening until 12:30 this morning completing it. Then I took a nap for an hour then continued with the final touches.
Allah gave me time and I'm truly thankful for that.
The brother walks into the room and tells that the boy didn't make it. It was 6, just about to drift into DreamTown. And eventually I woke up at 9. What kind of sleep is that?!
So we went to his house [the original plan was to send me to college and hand in my assignment and the parents go for the funeral, but the brother decided to go for the funeral as well, so I had to go to college after the funeral].
Reaching his house, we saw lots of Kementerian Penerangan Malaysia vans and Filem Negara Malaysia vans and police. The boy's grandfather is the Minister of Information, that explains the vans and police.
And the police told us that the cortege has left for the cemetery. At that time, I was caught in a fix. I was having the monthly visit [yes, after 8 weeks] and I am not supposed to go to the cemetery. See, I tell something but people never listen. So, I had to stay in the car while the other three went to the graveyard.
At the cemetery, I could see dozens of photographers and cameramen and reporters. They were at the cemetery covering the whole thing. And apparently, my mother said Rosyam Nor was there. I saw most of my relatives as well, but I sat in the car quietly because the parents told me not to come out.
I also saw a lot of his schoolmates and teachers. I think some of the nurses from the hospital came by too. I wanted to cry.
But being a typical robot who hardly cries at weddings or funerals, I didn't.
I initially didn't want to go because I was having the monthly visit and because of the hormone imbalance I might just start getting over-emotional. Does anyone remember my JT post?
Plus, I can't go to the cemetery or the mosque because of it.
But, no. The mother thinks I'm being a cranky cow and starts yelling. Bad enough people got lack of sleep, some more want to shout -.-'
It's not that I didn't want to go, but I had my reasons.
I am sad, but if it's fated to happen this way, then I guess we should let it be.
We build on hope, not fear.
Innalillah...
I was up from 2 AM until 5:15 to finish the remaining part of my Business Law assignment.
Actually I was up from 6 yesterday evening until 12:30 this morning completing it. Then I took a nap for an hour then continued with the final touches.
Allah gave me time and I'm truly thankful for that.
The brother walks into the room and tells that the boy didn't make it. It was 6, just about to drift into DreamTown. And eventually I woke up at 9. What kind of sleep is that?!
So we went to his house [the original plan was to send me to college and hand in my assignment and the parents go for the funeral, but the brother decided to go for the funeral as well, so I had to go to college after the funeral].
Reaching his house, we saw lots of Kementerian Penerangan Malaysia vans and Filem Negara Malaysia vans and police. The boy's grandfather is the Minister of Information, that explains the vans and police.
And the police told us that the cortege has left for the cemetery. At that time, I was caught in a fix. I was having the monthly visit [yes, after 8 weeks] and I am not supposed to go to the cemetery. See, I tell something but people never listen. So, I had to stay in the car while the other three went to the graveyard.
At the cemetery, I could see dozens of photographers and cameramen and reporters. They were at the cemetery covering the whole thing. And apparently, my mother said Rosyam Nor was there. I saw most of my relatives as well, but I sat in the car quietly because the parents told me not to come out.
I also saw a lot of his schoolmates and teachers. I think some of the nurses from the hospital came by too. I wanted to cry.
But being a typical robot who hardly cries at weddings or funerals, I didn't.
I initially didn't want to go because I was having the monthly visit and because of the hormone imbalance I might just start getting over-emotional. Does anyone remember my JT post?
Plus, I can't go to the cemetery or the mosque because of it.
But, no. The mother thinks I'm being a cranky cow and starts yelling. Bad enough people got lack of sleep, some more want to shout -.-'
It's not that I didn't want to go, but I had my reasons.
I am sad, but if it's fated to happen this way, then I guess we should let it be.
We build on hope, not fear.
Innalillah...
Labels: announcement, disappointment, fear, sad, self
posted by Anodynous Roxy at
15:23
2 Comments:
Shit. That's awful.
My prayers are with you all, and the poor boy who passed away.
:(
@ Emma - Yeah, it is. And he's only 11 =(
Thank you for your prayers.
I'll do your tag tomorrow. Need to think of all the footballers I fancy.
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