if there's something i dont want to go through my entire life, it's losing my loved ones. id rather be the one who went away than be the one being left behind. if you ask me a few years ago what i fear the most in my life, i would have told you i fear death, after Allah. but now, i have a gnawing thought in my mind that it would be better if i go earlier than my parents or anyone else in my family. the pain of losing someone... it's harder to bear than death itself.
a close friend of mine lost her father just now. i feel sorry for her, and i share her grief. he was a great and good man, her father. he helped me and my siblings when we were in trouble back when we were still in primary school. the memory i had of him were all images of him smiling and being kind. even though i wasnt really close to her family, i knew that things were great between them. and that she loves him dearly.
when i met her later today, she was completely torn, both inside and out. she was completely different from what i remember her to be. i guess over the years, i was just too selfish thinking about myself and my feelings that id never took the opportunity to really embrace her as a friend. i thought that things were going great for her, and i never cared to ask her if there were anything that were messing up with her mind. that was where i did wrong. for not doing enough to help her when she was in need.
im afraid even at the thought of death. but my feelings dont matter right now. i have a responsibility as a friend to be here for her at the time when she needs a companion, a friend the most.
when we just look at things in a flash, judging just from the tip of the iceberg, we'd easily say that it wasnt fair. when we lose someone we love, it is always too soon. believe it or not, no matter how much time we were given to enjoy life with them, it will never be enough. the truth is, some people never die. they simply just fade away. but in the thoughts of the people they'd given an impact in their lives, they're never gone.
Al-fatihah.
a close friend of mine lost her father just now. i feel sorry for her, and i share her grief. he was a great and good man, her father. he helped me and my siblings when we were in trouble back when we were still in primary school. the memory i had of him were all images of him smiling and being kind. even though i wasnt really close to her family, i knew that things were great between them. and that she loves him dearly.
when i met her later today, she was completely torn, both inside and out. she was completely different from what i remember her to be. i guess over the years, i was just too selfish thinking about myself and my feelings that id never took the opportunity to really embrace her as a friend. i thought that things were going great for her, and i never cared to ask her if there were anything that were messing up with her mind. that was where i did wrong. for not doing enough to help her when she was in need.
im afraid even at the thought of death. but my feelings dont matter right now. i have a responsibility as a friend to be here for her at the time when she needs a companion, a friend the most.
when we just look at things in a flash, judging just from the tip of the iceberg, we'd easily say that it wasnt fair. when we lose someone we love, it is always too soon. believe it or not, no matter how much time we were given to enjoy life with them, it will never be enough. the truth is, some people never die. they simply just fade away. but in the thoughts of the people they'd given an impact in their lives, they're never gone.
Al-fatihah.
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