Thank you for the memories.
It's funny how the world still goes on after a death of someone. You'd think it'd stop spinning.
You hear laughters and wonder if they have no heart or respect, and wonder if they knew that someone has left this world, so they need to just shut up.
But then the world still goes on. And it will continue spinning.
When someone died, you feel that if you let out a laughter you're shameless. Crazy. Heartless.
I now know and experienced these feelings, and how I wish that I haven't. I think I'm too young to experience this. Too young to hear the news of someone's death. Too young to say and describe a friend in the past tense. "He was a great person." "He was my friend." I've lost my grandfather five years ago, and I was heartbroken. But this is different. Someone so young to leave this world...and it's just so sudden.
It's sad when you look back at the memories you had with that person, and realize it's never going to happen again. Never. You will never see that person going to class again, you will never hear his/her voice again. And then you'll try hard and remember that person's face, smile, how they act, and the memories you had with him/her.
I'm still in shock. It's just somewhat ridiculous when I think I will never see him again, never talk to him again...never hear him say anything to me again. I now understand why people say something like "I feel as if he/she will come barging through the door with a big smile and everything will turn to normal again."
Because I do. I feel like I will still see him on Monday, coming to class with a sleepy face. Ya Allah, I even talked to him about joining his company if he's going to have one. And everything was fine a day before he's gone, with him asking me to help on his business plan. We haven't talked in a while, I admit, and I kind of let it be that way, but I did it out of respect for...his...choice, I guess. But everything was fine. I guess maybe that is Allah's way of letting me have a few more memories and conversations with him.
I wanted to say a lot to him, mostly thank you. But I decided that the right time will be when I graduate. How wrong. How crazy, because now he will never know that he's been a great friend, and that he is a great, great person.
I hope his family, especially his mum, will get through this. InshaAllah, Amin.
Al-Fatihah.
"Life is short. There is no time to leave important words unsaid." - Paulo Coelho
You hear laughters and wonder if they have no heart or respect, and wonder if they knew that someone has left this world, so they need to just shut up.
But then the world still goes on. And it will continue spinning.
When someone died, you feel that if you let out a laughter you're shameless. Crazy. Heartless.
I now know and experienced these feelings, and how I wish that I haven't. I think I'm too young to experience this. Too young to hear the news of someone's death. Too young to say and describe a friend in the past tense. "He was a great person." "He was my friend." I've lost my grandfather five years ago, and I was heartbroken. But this is different. Someone so young to leave this world...and it's just so sudden.
It's sad when you look back at the memories you had with that person, and realize it's never going to happen again. Never. You will never see that person going to class again, you will never hear his/her voice again. And then you'll try hard and remember that person's face, smile, how they act, and the memories you had with him/her.
I'm still in shock. It's just somewhat ridiculous when I think I will never see him again, never talk to him again...never hear him say anything to me again. I now understand why people say something like "I feel as if he/she will come barging through the door with a big smile and everything will turn to normal again."
Because I do. I feel like I will still see him on Monday, coming to class with a sleepy face. Ya Allah, I even talked to him about joining his company if he's going to have one. And everything was fine a day before he's gone, with him asking me to help on his business plan. We haven't talked in a while, I admit, and I kind of let it be that way, but I did it out of respect for...his...choice, I guess. But everything was fine. I guess maybe that is Allah's way of letting me have a few more memories and conversations with him.
I wanted to say a lot to him, mostly thank you. But I decided that the right time will be when I graduate. How wrong. How crazy, because now he will never know that he's been a great friend, and that he is a great, great person.
I hope his family, especially his mum, will get through this. InshaAllah, Amin.
Al-Fatihah.
"Life is short. There is no time to leave important words unsaid." - Paulo Coelho