It was a clear morning, with windy air and shiny sun , when I heard about the news. It was just seconds from the great scenes I never got bored of watching, the heroes series on Television, when old hiro met young hiro.
As I heard the news, the clouds seemed to turn black, and rain drops felt to fall slowly, and, amazingly so did the snow.I didn’t knowif it was only on illusion in my mind, but I deeply felt cold inside, and emptiness seemed to engulf me so thightly. “Attar, grandma passed away,” my cousin said.And thunders and storms suddenly stroke in my heart.I was shocked at the touch of the snowon my skin.
I just met my lovely grandmother last week at my sister’s wedding ceremony.She looked j7ust fine with good health and that fresh look.Her husband, passed away years ago, but that day she seemed very far from loneliness.But now, diabetes took her life. It is her destiny.And snow still filling up my pathetic soul.
But today is different. The snow melts and gnaws. The cold weather is walking out the room. Yes, I senses the climate changing.Iam now at my grandma’s funeral ceremony.I sit outside, accompanied by my wife.Sacred verses from Al-Qur’an are recited by some women and men,all dressed in black.It’s just most beautiful sound I’ve ever listened to.Ifeel happy to know that grandma ends her journey well..She smiled, as if she knew that the time had come and she was ready for it.She fulfilled her duties and moral obligations.And there was nothing to worry about for her.She is now finally free, to meet The Lover she’s missed and dreamed so much about, Her Creator.
DIKUTIP DARI MAJALAH ANNIDA
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