Redha

There is another conversation from those hospital days that I will always carry with me.

I can't remember what we were talking about or how the conversation came about. But I remember her saying, "Mak redha dengan anak-anak mak."

I don't think I can ever fully explain what those words mean to me. Of all the things she could have said, those were the words I needed to hear. How much comfort they would bring me, especially after she was gone. I hope she knew how much we loved her. I hope she knew that we tried, in our own ways, to make her happy.

Four years have passed, mak. And I still miss you in ways words will never be able to explain.

May Allah forgive all your shortcomings, shower you with His mercy and grant you the highest place in Jannah. Aamiin.

Tunggu orang mak..