First of all, I congratulate for the new journey, to my beloved uncle Ending Anshorudin. He's so patient, pious, loving, and blessing. May Alloh illuminate the road hugging until the Day of Judgement. Uncle, please send my hello for Kanjeng Prophet Muhammad SAW and his family, his friends, also for the inhabitants of heaven there (^^).
One o'clock, I accompanied Dad to talk with Wa Nas about critical conditions suffered by the deceased. Dad was not able to keep from crying, which I eventually went on to speak with Wa Nas (It makes me crying too, T.T) Since then, my mother and father did not stop crying. I understand that, considering that since the deceased was young, the deceased was very close with my parents. Many experienced about their survival story (with Auntie Aas too, hee.)
Our hunch family at home was not known. Cook the rice even singed, a nap is not calm, Mama and Nadia ngadat because they want to go too. Chaotic. Finally who go to Tasik only Mama, Haidar, Dad, and myself (Of course if I come. So I can tell the story here, hehehe.)
When on the trip, my Dad always updating news about condition of the deceased. Like start small conversations, talqin, up to receive news that the deceased was not aware at 16:30 o'clock. Dad and Mama cry again. I and Haidar also (Dar, focus. You are driving the car, do not let us become the deceased too, hehehe.)
At about 19:30 we got home late. I was surprised because there were a lot of residents who had gathered there. Dad want to bathe him, but did not have time. After we pray him, I was surprised, my father immediately reopen the 'package' that covered the deceased. Frankly, I am a coward, let alone seen the face of 'cold-stiff'. Although I am very familiar with the deceased's face. I was scard if I must see the face he's dead lifeless. Frigid. We're kissing the deceased. Especially my father and mother, kissing him long enough.
At about 20:30 we went to the funeral. Earlier, incessantly residents arrive for pray to the deceased. I am not able to parse sentences when accompany the process. I wish I could record the event. Where along the way, hundreds of fluorescent lights accompany ambulances to the cemetery. Arriving in front of Matrial (the deceased's shop) a few motor was already waiting to accompany him too. Not stop up there, on the border road in the cemetery also has dozens of residents waited to watch the funeral procession.
I am so...WOW.
Arriving at the mosque, residents asked for the body to be pray again (I swear, people who want to just like attended the festival ...!). Subhanalloh. Here's the end of someone who done a lot of good deeds. Many are concerned until the end of his life. Until the funeral procession, tens of people crowded around the grave. Yet it was at 22:30 and drizzle. My father had come down to the grave, to euthanize him.
Want to know how he is when it dies? Frankly, I am jealous. I also want to get Khusnul khotimah like him. Dear readers, the seconds before he died. Not a single word that comes out other than Alloh, Alloh, and Alloh. Until he closed the ages ... sooo cool (Like someone who is going to bed.) There are no signs that usually happen when someone is approaching death. The family only knew he was dead when the sentence suspended from the words of Alloh ...
Subhanalloh. Allohu Akbar.
One review that my soul intrusive was, "When death arrives, no possessions and family accompany our deeds except for amal ibadah in the world. He will help us. "(See, I'm crying again ... TT)
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