The story of my Grandmother

Surely we belong to Allah and to Him shall we return. My grandmother has passed away and the life for my whole family has been changed forever.

She was known for her farsightedness and her in-laws admired her for her judicious decisions. At the time of the death of my grandfather, she was only 35 but she appeared to be an epitome of great courage and like a hen she provided warmth and kept her children safe under her feathers.

The Eid for Muslims is an occasion of happiness. After offering our Eid prayers, we were in a habit of gathering around her. The fairies of mirth and happiness used to dance in her room and I can recall all those moments of joy and laughter.

I could recall the traces of pleasure and satisfaction on her face and the contentment which she used to feel in the presence of her children and her grandchildren.

The day before her death, she visited a doctor. The doctor examined her and gave a pat on her back. He said that she was doing very well. My grandmother was so inspired by that gesture that she said to my aunt that when her grandchildren will become doctors they will also encourage their patients in that way. (My sister and one of my cousin are pursuing their medical degrees)

On the day of her death, she recited Holy Quran and offered her morning prayer.

After some time, she felt difficulty in breathing. In no time, she was rushed to the hospital. The doctors did their best, but they couldn’t revive her. Before losing her consciousness, she was reciting the kalima (There is no god but Allah and Muhammad is the messenger of Allah). She insisted on calling upon her children and lost her consciousness.

Many occasions will come and we’ll gather again. Life goes on and there will be many moments of joy and happiness in our lives. But, nothing will compensate for this loss. This void of our lives can never be filled.

I have realized that time flies quickly so seize every moment and take a very good care of your loved ones.

May Allah bless her highest rank in Jannah (Ameen).

One of the precious picture of my grandmother