This morning, eight years ago, Ayah was called up to Rahmatullah leaving me all alone to fend for myself in this big-mean world. He left me – among others – his books, his music, his compassion and his priceless advice. I wish I could have more time with him, but God has a different plan for both of us.
As wisely phrased by my friend, Hi & Lo, Ayah didn’t go anywhere, he just went to the next room. Every time I think about that, I am immensely comforted.
While it is impossible to replace Ayah, I am blessed with plenty of fatherly figures – Zorro, Captain Ancient Mariner and Abang Ruslani (husband of the famed “Tok Mommy“) – who just accept and embrace me as if I am one of their own. Jefree is also sharing his Papa with me since the marriage. For that, I am eternally grateful.
Semoga Ayah ditempatkan di Syurga Jannah among his many books and musical instruments. Al Fathehah.
Kak Long sayang Ayah…