It has been a very tiring & ... surprising ... Sunday for all of us. Yesterday, Allah has called upon ayah to go to the afterlife. So sudden, so shocking, it's almost
like a dream. Even now, I still feels it's like a dream. These two days seems like another person's story, not mine, not this family's. It's really not true how you always say/feel "it's never gonna happen to us, it only happens in paper/to other people". How untrue . . .
Here's the part where people will talk about how arwah was this & that. Well, I won't talk about it here. He was a great father. That's all I needed to say. People who knew him should know how was his life, who he was, what he is.
I was there with ayah during his last minutes. But before I go into details, I wanted to, on behalf of ayah, ask for all
to forgive all sin/grudge they have towards ayah. If there's any unsettle business, do contact me.
My Sunday started at 5.40am. I was awaken by my maid, saying about mama told me to go to the clinic, ".. ayah sakit dada .." Never would I imagine it'd be ayah's last moments. The illness doesn't really ring a bell coz ayah has just came back from his Hajj pilgrimage, & has been coughing a lot since coming back. It's usual for someone to came back with a some cough & mild fever. But that day, ayah was having chest pain.
The doctor confirmed it was, after an EKG (I think) test, a heart attack .. or MI (myocardiac i
) & wrote a letter of recomendation to HSA (Hosp. Sultanah Aminah). That's when mama call to have me accompany ayah at the clinic while she went back to take ayah's stuffs. Ayah seems fine to my untrained eyes. He said he had chest pains, & the dr confirmed it to be a heart attack. While waiting for mama, ayah went to the bathroom, took wudu', & did his subuh prayer. He was moving slowly, due to his chest pain, but otherwise seems okay to me. After he did his subuh prayer (Alhamdulillah, he did his subuh prayer), he went to the bathroom. That's when the second attack hit.
I was waiting outside, at the clinic's waiting area. Mama came, & we both waited for ayah to came out. When he was too late, I went to check. That's when i saw the the second most unforgettable moment in my life. Ayah laying facedown on the floor, some blood on the floor near nis forehead. "HELP!! DOKTOR2!!" & some other screams i shouted while running to ayah. Mama bashed the doctor's rest lounge door. The doctor came, checked his pulse, & ordered to call for an ambulance & wheelchair. It took us about 10 minutes to get ayah out of the restroom, due to one problem or another. After asking for 3 more guys, we finally manage to get him out to the waiting area. There, the doctor checked his pulse, & pronounced him gone. "Dia da takde." Straight to the point. No "I'm sorry", no nothing. Mama broke down. The top on my list of unforgettable moments in life. I think i said sumthing about "can't u defib him or do cpr or sumthin?""Da tak bole, he already stopped breathing. His heart stopped."
So I left dad on the wheelchair, in front of the doctor's room, & went to mama.
That was how I lost my father. How I became the man of the house now. I am sad, yet I am glad. For Allah has arranged him to go to the otherworld after being back from Hajj, after having meet his family (minus Hadi & Munzir who was oversea), after having done his subuh prayers. Allah took him from us at such a great time for him. For that, I am really glad.
"Ya Allah, ya Rahman, ya Rahim, may u bless his soul & put him among those you promised heaven."
Hadiahkan Al-Fatihah buat arwah Ir. Hj. Ahmad Fuaad bin Kassim. (He never really liked using either title unles necessary.)
