Rest In Peace

I had the shock of my life earlier by a news from my colleague – that another colleagues had passed about a year ago from breast cancer.

I wouldn’t say I was very close to this late colleague, but somehow I was one a the few people whom she had admitted to have “never-ending sickness”.  She told me that she had “bone pain”, which she later described as “old people’s sickness”.  I assumed it was arthritis so I didn’t push the question further.

Little did I expect it could be something as horrible as recurring stage 4 cancer.

I admired her softness – the way she spoke and walked.  She was motherly, constantly reminding me of my own mum – whom I only see during the weekend.  Somehow, she made me proud to have a mother.  And made me look forward to becoming one.

And now she’s gone.  But the footsteps she’s left in my heart will live on.  For the rest of my life.

May Allah bless you, Kak Zahariah.  Inna lillah wa inna ‘ilayhi raji’un.