as i was reading the anatomy of larynx and epiglottis just now, this painful memory appeared back.
the memory of a 7 years old boy who had almost choked (well, that's why larynx reminded me of him)
it was late at night. the small, innocent boy was chit-chatting with my aunt about his daily routines. about his father. his abusive father. his always-drunken father. and also about his tough mother who had gone through lots of sufferings. it was midnight and he was about to sleep in my room. in the meantime, his mother was fighting with cancer in a hospital ward. with already-spreaded cancer. the cancer had spreaded to her spine and under her skin. the cancer was everywhere.
it was 5am in the morning. and the phone rang. i heard my mum talking downstairs.
"dia dah meninggal," that was all i could heard. those words struck my heart. inalillah wa ina ilaihi raji'un. and he was still sleeping soundly.
just about few hours ago i met his mother in the hospital. she was asking for more and more painkillers. she was crying in agony.
and now, her soul had departed from her body. may He always bless her.
"Everyone is going to taste death, and We shall test you with evil and with good by way of trial. And to Us you will be returned" (21:35)
i could still remember that day vividly. he was crying out loud beside his mother's burial ground. while his little brother still didnt understand anything. she had always been their shelter. the shelter from their own father. they laughed together. they ran together. they hid together from the father. and now the patient and tough mother had returned back to her Lord.
their father won the parental custody and the two innocent brothers were back to their luxurious yet soulless home. may they always be tough. may He protect and guide them always. insyaAllah. aminn.
وَوَجَدَكَ ضَآلاًّ فَهَدَى - وَوَجَدَكَ عَآئِلاً فَأَغْنَى - فَأَمَّا الْيَتِيمَ فَلاَ تَقْهَرْ - وَأَمَّا السَّآئِلَ فَلاَ تَنْهَرْ - وَأَمَّا بِنِعْمَةِ رَبِّكَ فَحَدِّثْ