After 22 short years, Nawwaal Rouby abruptly left this world for the next. Nothing could have prepared the 3 of us that survived her what had just transpired. A lifeless figure now lay on the bed, her heart still full of love, and breasts filled with purpose (breast milk). Khulood was hysterical. She kept going back to the team, yelling at them to try harder. She refused to give up on her. Eventually she had to accept what Allah had decreed to happen. After less than 6 months, she was now the sole woman in this family. She knew she had big shoes to fill. “How do I face Qays?”, she thought to herself. “How do i tell him that our beloved is no more? How do i say that i could not take care of her?” Khulood wept bitterly as she left the hospital to the house. She entered my room, where my 3 year old self was still sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware of anything. Khulood felt the house suddenly changing from a warm, homely environment into a cold and empty house. Of all the honours bestowed upon me in this world, i can firmly say, that i am most proud of being the offspring of Nawwaal Rouby. It is a privilege to say that i am her daughter She was not human. Human beings are sinful creatures and have many weaknesses. Her only weakness was being mortal. It is said that ever so often, Allah sends down a miracle to remind us of his Oneness. I cannot help but think that she was nothing short of a miracle that we have been blessed with. Innaa lillaahi wa innaa ilayhi raajioon. Ilaliqaa’ Yaa Ummee. **end of part 11**
Posted on: Thu, 22 Aug 2013 04:11:36 +0000
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