Today was a beyond tough day. Allah Has aazmaishes for everybody, and though we weren't on the primary receiving end on the aazmaaish handout, but we were still in the secondary rows, and were duly affected.
Today was the kind of day you look back on, wonder where the hours flew, and then wish those moments would never return again in your life. You try not to flash back at the emotional scenes, and even though you try your best to block the images, they keep coming back to haunt you... and you end up being bone tired to the core, and yet not able to actually sleep. I wish days like these wouldn't often befall anybody Ameen.
Basically, today morning, Dad never went to his clinic, stayed at home. The halaat, though weren't bad, but people were so scared of venturing outside and opening their shops etc, that there was not a soul outside to do business. Hoo kaa alam (total silence). In this silence, we had gone out to drop sis the priss home. She was going home early for this reason only. When me and Dad dropped her and the kiddo off, we went straight to nani's place to check out mamu's tabiyat (condition). He wasn't doing great. Everybody around him looked as if they haven't slept the night. Nani was awake too, having spent the whole night praying and praying. S Mamu had developed 105 degrees fever, and it wasn't coming down. Finally at around ten in the morning, it did. But Dad and I were there and now the oxygen cylinder was being needed continuously (previously, it had been needed at intervals).
Alhamdulillah, Dad arranged for the 3rd oxygen cylinder, because the 2nd one was to go empty by afternoon. We came home after a while.
Then me and Chotpo had to go get the jehaiz box from this lady we know (who prepares these boxes for the needy). So this time, the needy was one of Dad's patients. So we made a trip to the lady's place, and got stuff. Then, the driver was to go home. Before we reached home, Dad called up to tell us, not to send the driver home. Poor S mamu had taken for the worse.
Dad went there again at around 4pm. I wanted to go again with him. Mum didn't let me. Because she wanted somebody to drive her there in case Dad indicated that it was now time to come in an emergency. Anyway, Dad stayed there ... We got intermittent calls from Dad - S Mamu went from bad to worse. The fever climed to 106.. (!!!). And then, as everybody around him recited the kalima and Surah Yaseen, he took his last breath at around 6pm in the evening. Inna lillahe wa inna illaihe raajeoon.
May Allah Grant him everlasting peace and joy, Ameen. And sabr to the family.
We reached the place after maghrib... the whole ghusl and tadfeen thing was done very very quickly. It was heart-wrenching to see nani and nana. They couldn't control their tears... but never wailed, and never raised their voices. Alhamdulillah. It was even more heart-wrenching to see Juwairiyah, the 6 year old daughter, go up to her 'Daddy' and kiss him on the forehead, before he was taken away for namaz-e-janaza (funeral prayers). It was heart-wrenching.
F Mami was so sabr se, (patient) that I was amazed. She was in an extremely bad shape, not having slept the night before and refusing to eat a single morsel, but the fact is that she had been mentally prepared well by the doctors. It was really only prayers and duaa's that were being tried out by us. Even though her journey, is not going to be easy from this point onward, I'm still hopeful that her three kids will be a support, and a source of joy to her... Insha Allah.
Lastly, a very very apt and nice Hadith, which serves as a reminder to me first and then to you readers.
JazakAllah for reading.