Sorrow
June 11th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
My best friend past away last week. I think I’m coming to terms with it sporadically. She’s alive in my mind. Bubbly, smiling and gesturing with her hands- the way she would talk animatedly. I haven’t accepted that someone so alive is missing in the world. But when I remind myself that she isn’t here, I only feel grief for myself; that she’s no longer in my life.
In my heart, I feel light and happy. I have an inexplicable feeling that she’s going to heaven. God decides where we go after death, but I know she’s destined for heaven, Insha Allah. I can feel it.
She past away on 05 June 2011, in China. China, I discovered over the week has laws against foreigners being buried there. And so with their numerous public holidays, the intricate bureaucracy the country runs on and with no direct flights between China and Sri Lanka, she was finally brought home today, a week since she took her last breath.
It’s been a busy, tiring, sad day; week in fact. But I’m glad she was buried here in Sri Lanka; close to us. Every time I past the Dehiwela Masjid, I will know she’s there and I’ll be reminded of her smiling face. Even at the hardest of times, she would always smile.
