To heal a dying heart

A soul departs

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SARS

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Surah Al-Anbiya, Verse 35:

كُلُّ نَفْسٍ ذَائِقَةُ الْمَوْتِ وَنَبْلُوكُم بِالشَّرِّ وَالْخَيْرِ فِتْنَةً وَإِلَيْنَا تُرْجَعُونَ

Every soul must taste of death and We try you by evil and good by way of probation; and to Us you shall be brought back.

(English - Shakir)

via iQuran"

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ΔTalalΔ

After aunty left, the three of us sat in silence. Each remembering the wonderful days, we had spent with GM. The time I'd spent with GM, the way she treated me, as if I were her own grandchild! Exquisite memories, Alhamdulillah! I heard the ringing of the bell.

"GM is here." I heard Zain whisper.

We were on our feet, at once. Mehru-Api entered, followed by a guy. Her husband I suppose.

"Zain, Talal please help Mustafa bring GM inside." Her voice did not waver. She was trying to keep herself strong. Her eyes, though, spoke the unspoken. They expressed her forcefully suppressed pain.

We went out and removed the 'Char pai' GM had been laid on, from the ambulance. It was transported into the TV room. We placed her at the exact, same place. Where she would sit when she stayed with the Huzaifa family. I looked at her couch. Then at her. She was looking like an angel. It seemed, as if she were sleeping.

You do not have to be blood-related to feel, how I felt right then. I had lost both my own GMx, at a very young. She was what I knew as a GM. She was my only and best GM! I had been in touch with her, during my dawa journey. She had told me, how proud she was of me. I can't believe, I won't be patted on the head by her anymore. No stroking my hair lovingly. No scolding-no nothing.

"Sh-she's gone!" I whispered. I couldn't accept it. I left the room. I couldn't let anyone see my tears. Everyone was too sad, I needed to relieve myself, elsewhere. I began to walk briskly, towards her room. I opened the door. Her scent hit my nostrils. I could no longer hold my tears. I let the tears, have their way. I felt broken!

I heard sobs. I looked up, it was Sars. I exited the room at once, for she didn't have her hijab on. I was about to leave, when she called me.

"Talal, i-is she really g-gone?"

"Yes, Sars. Sh-shh quiet down and come see her for the last time." I spoke through the closed door.

"Ikhras! Talal, Ikhras! She cant die. "

"Sars, plz come and see her."

"I will come, if you will say that she's alive!"

"I'm sorry, but she's gone! "

" GET LOST, TELL EVERYONE, I WONT ACCEPT THEIR LIES!! SHE IS NOT DEAD!! "

I heard her sobs. I felt so weak. I couldn't wipe her tears. Oh Allah! please grant her strength, to bear the huge loss. I silently, pleaded. Reluctantly, I made my way back to GM. I sat beside her, and started reciting the Quran.

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ΔFatimaΔ

I entered GM's room. Oh how I wish we hadn't let her go stay with our cousins. She used to live with us permanently. But would go visit our cousins for a month or so. This time she had gone to our maternal cousins. Yeah even they invited her. She was dearly loved by the whole family.

I wiped my tears, using the sleeve of my Jilbab. I was forceful about it. I had to help Sars calm down. Api had broken down, as soon as she got inside my room. She was a little better now. She was sitting beside GM. Reciting the Holy Quran.

I saw her on GM's bed. Her long hair all over her face. Her tear-strained face, was too painful to look at. Being the youngest. Sara has always been pampered by everyone. Especially, GM used to cuddle her a lot. Oh Allah help!

I grabbed at her shaking shoulders. She looks so fragile today.

"She's not DEAD! Tell me she's not!"

"She's not dead Sars. She has just passed on, to a better place. "

"Don't you dare mock me, Fati! "

"I'm not mocking you! And if you don't want to miss seeing her for the last time. You better cover your head and move yr butt to the tv-room."

She thrust her hijab on and I dragged her to GM. Her feet gave away beneath her. I sat down too. Sara looked at GM. I heard the sharp intake of her breath. She held GM's hand.

"S-see Fati she is just sleeping. Not d-dead at all. GM plz wakeup! Look its Sars! Please get up and kiss me! "

I squeezed Sara's shoulder. And handed her a Quran.

"Start reciting."

Soon everyone was reciting. I started crying. Yes, she really was GONE! We recited for half an hour. The dreaded time was coming too near. Talal,Zain,baba and Mustafa bhai stood up. We were asked to step back. I hurriedly held and squeezed GM's hand for the last time. It felt so cold.

Everyone except Sara, complied. She held onto GM's hand.

"She's sleeping. Why should I get back?" She said. They began to lift the 'Char pai' . Sara held on.

"WHERE R U TAKING HER??! STOPP IT!!"

Sara refused to let go. Zain trapped her, in his arms. She struggled and screamed. We were all crying. Zain handed her to me and took on from Uncle Cook. Who held onto one of the legs of the 'Char pai' while Zain handled Sars.

They took her away. I looked on for the last time. Sara had stopped struggling. She now held onto me. I sat her down on GM's couch.

"Sh-shh sit on her couch."

Sara hugged GM's cushions, that went with the couch. She sobbed and sobbed. I sat down and began to recite on the heaps of loose beads.

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PS:

Ikhras = shut up in Arabic

Shukran Laki/lak= thanku<3