Salaam.
Dear Khaulah,
A few days ago, I was having dinner with some of my friends at the Jerudong Food Court when suddenly I saw a familiar appearance from afar walking towards us. It was an uncle whom I used to spend a lot of time with while I was settling at Pekan Tutong back in 2013-2014. I'll always remember how we used to hang out after the congregational Subuh prayer and tadarrus at MHBPT. It was pleasant to see him again after quite some time.
Conversing with him reminded me about the Grandpa who used to mingle with us back then too, whom last I heard was sent to the hospital. You may not remember this Khaulah, but he was the one that we waited at the Masjid when you're much younger. After waiting for a chance since morning, finally I got to bring you to him after 'Asr that day. I was so eager to bring you to him because it felt like he was my own Grandpa, whom presence I failed to appreciate while I still got one. And I have utmost respect for him because of his devotion towards our Deen despite his age which back then was already 85 years old. From him, I was able to learn many things and hear many amazing stories too. Honestly, there are days that I do miss those moments.
That is why when I asked the uncle about him, I was deeply saddened to hear that he had passed. It was during the same time I was admitted at the hospital. That night, it really felt like just yesterday I had a chat with him. It felt as if it was just yesterday I last watched his back as he walked towards the first saff while inspiring us like he always did. May Allah forgive his soul and grant him Jannah. Aameen.
Love,
Dad.
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