I was talking to a friend a couple of days ago and I was saying that in the previous year I have been to many weddings and funerals alike, more than usual. It’s always nice to share others’ joy and saddening to witness others’ loss and grief.
Last night I was at my friend’s sister’s wedding and we were having a good time dancing, laughing, eating, taking pictures and simply enjoying ourselves. I came back home around 3am and went to sleep.
My mother woke me up for Friday prayer and told me that Hassan, my brother, is in Makkah to attend the burial of one of his close friends, Anas. I couldn’t comprehend the news at first but then I jumped out of bed when I realized what it meant. Anas is a really good guy and a close friend of Hassan. It’s strange that he was in our house just last week. He’s only 17 but I guess his time was due. God has taken back what he has given. Today’s the first day of Al3aza, the service, and surely I’ll be there inshallah.
Allah yer7mak wo yeda5elak fasee7 jannatoh ya Anas wo ye9aber ahlak wo a7babk.
Not long ago I had written a post regarding the death of my friend’s cousin and how that I still find it hard to deal with the concept of sudden loss. Allah ye7faz a7babkom wo ye5alehom lekom.
