These words formed. on 28 Syaaban.

Saddened by the news of so many deaths of good people. #sabahquake- children and teachers. a couple killed in an accident leaving two young children. a mosque volunteer who braved cancer till her last days. a young actor with a good personality passed on suddenly.

its always like this. You know it’s Syaaban, or you know it’s near Ramadan, when you hear news of death one after another.

How about us? How would our deaths be? How would our death affect others? How would earth receive us? How prepared are we? Like how, when you die, you know you have to accomplish things you couldn’t? like small children you are leaving behind? parents you have to take care of? a work responsibility? who would continue the job? leaving spouses? leaving spouses. I am sure it is hard.

I have always thought of how my late grandparents yayi and nyayi leaving within 24 hours. it has always amazed me. we have always consoled one another saying that yayi loves nyayi so much and he didn’t want to make it difficult for his children to take care of nyayi (she was bedridden).

I wouldn’t know how to take these grief.