Thank you for lifting up her sufferings.
Thank you for letting me see her when she depart.
Now she don't have to suffer with every breathe she took. It hurts seeing her struggling for breathe when she's trying to catch one.
Her best place now is to be with You.
Siti....
Thank you for being my mother.
Thank you for all the education that you have given me. It makes me a better person.
Thank you for always being merciful to you.
Earlier today when I see you struggling trying to catch every oxygen that you can inhale, my heart whispers to me to say something to me. But it was all voices in my head that was never voiced out to her. Maybe it was not meant to be said.
When your last seconds comes, I looked at the monitor reflecting your heart rate. It slowly slows down and eventually dies out just like that. There's no words to describe the feelings that I was experiencing. But believe me. It's just a mixed of happy, sad, relieve.
Happy = You don't have to suffer anymore.
Sad = I won't be able to see you anymore. There's only 1 you.
Relief = Your wish to donate to the orphanage to built their school is fulfilled.
Once my sister says to her that she have already given the money to the orphanage to built their school, all of us can see her last minutes is there.
I cannot describe in words the way the Angel of death comes and take her away from us.
The only people that was there at the last hours was my dad, sis and bro-in-law. No one else. But I'm glad that, that happened. Only those people are needed to be around at this last hours. We don't need anyone else yet.
Busu and his family came immediately to hospital once we announced to them that mom was no longer with us.
May Allah grant Jannah without judgement to you, Mom. Not a single human in this world that can replace you. Have a good journey back to where you belong.
Inna Lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un.