Harta

I cannot believe because of a piece of land, family members do not talk to each other and some did not come back to see their parents. And I am looking at some one who sends his sons and daughter to religious school.

I pity that all the prayers are not counted.

I pity that the younger forget all the deeds that the elder has done earlier. No more are the memories of the elder taking care of the younger, the sending off to school, staying late nights to take care when the younger is sick, how the elder tries to send the younger to school etc.

I just wish that my kids will look beyond the harta, materialistic things. As far as I am concerned, they are my harta and if I cannot managed my harta, then it would be the saddest day in my life.

Pak Long

Last Thursday 30th October 2008, I received an sms from my sister that Pak Long is critical at Hospital Seremban.

Many things came into my mind at that time, and one of them is we did not visit his family during Hari Raya this year.

Being the 30th October, the day is also the 30th Syahwal 1429H, the last day of Hari Raya. Maybe I should give him a visit, nevertheless.

I reached Hospital Besar at 3pm and left at 4.15 pm.

Pak Long died at 5.15pm the same evening.

Innalillahi wainna hi ro ji un. May he RIP.