if u read today's newspaper or watched the news last night, u might know about one of the road accident involving 3 cars that cause 4 deaths in terengganu. the link.
actually, they are my relatives. the closest one. my aunt, my cousin, his wife and his youngest son died in that accident. the other 4 still in hospital, 3 of them still in bad condition. it gave us a big 'bang' since they were among the closest relatives we have.
i started to feel something bad was happen when around 9pm(friday), my father called my relative in felda cheneh to ask about the kenduri on saturday (yesterday). then, they told us that my cousin and others still not arrive to their house althought they leave their house around 3pm. and they tried to reach them by phone, but no one pick it up. well, if they have a problem with a car, i believe that they will call them to inform about their late arrival right. then, around 1030pm, the BAD NEWS came. all we know that time was....they involved in car accident, and some of them died.
i saw my parents crying that night. they got their own reason to cry. my father.....he is the one that always went to their house every morning for the last 5 months, sending food for breakfast to his sister everyday. although my aunty got alzheimer, my father was the only one that she remember. and the morning before she died, she shaked my father's hand and asked for his forgiveness. a sign that she will never be back again. you know, it is so hard to see your father's tears right. so do i. but last night is one of the night that i will remember most in my life. i cried so hard in front of the tv after i saw my father's tears in the buletin utama, telling about the car accident to the journalist. my mother....she was very close with my cousin and his wife. and until today, she still cant stop crying.
they left behind 7 children. in a blink of eyes, they become anak yatim. if i were in their shoes....i dont think i am ready for that.
well, i met them twice for da last 2 months. one day before ramadhan and on the first day of hari raya. and their deaths recalled one memory of mine.
on the first day of hari raya.....
abg din: doktor, doktor, mana doktor?
me: sini la. ishk bukan doktor lagi. tunggu 6 bulan lagi bleh la panggil doktor.
abg din: ala xpe la, ntah2 abg din sempat ke x tgk nurul jadi doktor.
me: hehe sempat2.
yesterday, after pengebumian, i promised to myself that i dont want to cry anymore. cause i know they dont want us to cry for them. but today, while writing this post i broke the promise......i cried again.
al-fatihah. moga roh mereka dicucuri rahmat dan dimasukkan ke dalam golongan yg beriman dan bertakwa.amin....
actually, they are my relatives. the closest one. my aunt, my cousin, his wife and his youngest son died in that accident. the other 4 still in hospital, 3 of them still in bad condition. it gave us a big 'bang' since they were among the closest relatives we have.
i started to feel something bad was happen when around 9pm(friday), my father called my relative in felda cheneh to ask about the kenduri on saturday (yesterday). then, they told us that my cousin and others still not arrive to their house althought they leave their house around 3pm. and they tried to reach them by phone, but no one pick it up. well, if they have a problem with a car, i believe that they will call them to inform about their late arrival right. then, around 1030pm, the BAD NEWS came. all we know that time was....they involved in car accident, and some of them died.
i saw my parents crying that night. they got their own reason to cry. my father.....he is the one that always went to their house every morning for the last 5 months, sending food for breakfast to his sister everyday. although my aunty got alzheimer, my father was the only one that she remember. and the morning before she died, she shaked my father's hand and asked for his forgiveness. a sign that she will never be back again. you know, it is so hard to see your father's tears right. so do i. but last night is one of the night that i will remember most in my life. i cried so hard in front of the tv after i saw my father's tears in the buletin utama, telling about the car accident to the journalist. my mother....she was very close with my cousin and his wife. and until today, she still cant stop crying.
they left behind 7 children. in a blink of eyes, they become anak yatim. if i were in their shoes....i dont think i am ready for that.
well, i met them twice for da last 2 months. one day before ramadhan and on the first day of hari raya. and their deaths recalled one memory of mine.
on the first day of hari raya.....
abg din: doktor, doktor, mana doktor?
me: sini la. ishk bukan doktor lagi. tunggu 6 bulan lagi bleh la panggil doktor.
abg din: ala xpe la, ntah2 abg din sempat ke x tgk nurul jadi doktor.
me: hehe sempat2.
yesterday, after pengebumian, i promised to myself that i dont want to cry anymore. cause i know they dont want us to cry for them. but today, while writing this post i broke the promise......i cried again.
al-fatihah. moga roh mereka dicucuri rahmat dan dimasukkan ke dalam golongan yg beriman dan bertakwa.amin....
6 comments:
takziah tuk ko ngan family. kuatkan semangat dan doa byk2 ea.
al-fatihah...takziah...
thanks....
well, kite yg masih hidup kena teruskan idup kan. cuma bila terlalu banyak yg pergi sekaligus scr mengejut, of course we need time to recover from that lost.
just take it as a reminder, we are so close with death.
takziah sya..sdeynya..
my condolences to u & families..
thanks nurul n shaleen
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