Life is short

He's a big boy now.... with rambut angry bird.

I made a phone call to my bestie last few night. No particular reason, just to have some chat. In return, I’d been told one bad news- one of my ex-schoolmate passed away because of dengue.

She used to be my classmate for 2 years. We were prefects and we used to go to meetings together. I used to be quite close to her but not that really, really close, as I didn’t really stay close to anybody during my form 4 & 5, except for my few (crazy) girls (up till now-blessed! :P)

But what makes me couldn’t forget about the news was the fact the she’d left 2 very young children. We were married the same year (but apparently many of my friends who were married at the same year or even later, have had more than one child J)… And I think their youngest child is as the same age with Aaron Houdd.

That… was the point that I couldn’t stop thinking about the news. I couldn’t sleep that night, and in fact I was whimpering on my hubby’s shoulder for quite long. He knew me so well already that he didn't even ask why I took the news so personally.

And I stayed awake almost the whole night, cuddling, kissing and studying my dear son.

I just couldn’t stop thinking…. That it could have been me. It could have been me…

I know everybody will die anyway. And death never compromise age. And I truly believe that Allah knows best, that He’s the Most Guardian, and He takes care of every living being in this universe. I guess when the time comes, we know that we don’t have choice but to leave, so perhaps… perhaps, there’s not much to think about. And so we just leave. Otherwise, the only thing we’d have in our mind on our last day is the preparation we’ve made our entire life to ‘survive’ in the afterlife. Was it enough?

But for a mother, to leave the small child behind, knowing the fact that the child still need more to learn, still need her in almost every part of his/her growing episode… Oh, that’s trembling! For the person who is still alive, and is a mother, if I ever imagine myself to leave my son behind, I just can’t tell how much it’d tear my heart apart. Maybe I am not ready yet, maybe I am so attached to this temporary world which I know I shouldn’t, but I am just an ordinary human being… And I am a mother.

A mother always put herself last when it comes to children.

  

Life is short… So take this as a wakeup call to preparing myself for ‘my time’…..

Abu Huraira (Allah be pleased with him) reported Allah’s Messenger (may peace be upon him) as saying:

When a man dies, his acts come to an end, but three, recurring charity, or knowledge (by which people) benefit, or a pious son, who prays for him (for the deceased).

{Book 013, Chapter 4, Number 4005 : Sahih Muslim}