Farewell to a Friend
Credit goes to KakJa (Nuraiza Zaharin), for penning this beautiful post today. It was shared in our school alumni WhatsApp group & touched many hearts.
Heartfelt. Thoughful. Poignant. Raw, Real & Honest.
Material that only the closest of friends would be able to produce.
Thank you KakJa for allowing me to share it here, in my tiny little nook.
"11:19 AM, 4/11/2017] Salaam
[11:20 AM, 4/11/2017] I wrote a short piece yesterday morning about our friend Arwah Wan Rahmah. I would like to share it with you all here.
[11:21 AM, 4/11/2017] Arwah was diagnosed with colon cancer in Sept 2014, and started going for chemo in HUKM since then . Masa tu my Arwah Dad pun baru admitted in HUKM . She would come down to my Dad's Ward for a chitchat during her chemo trips, proudly showing the chemo bag that hanged out from the side of her abdomen . She would talk n talk , telling me about her chemo , her work , her this n that . Always portraying that bubbly side of her .
Time went by , she continued on with her chemo n completed all treatments . And she had to undergo a few major surgeries in between . Despite her weakening condition early this year, she decided to go for umrah with her family . Tiney told me how Wara insisted on it as she said it would likely be her last visit to Mekah . She was sick n badly coughing thro out her umrah but Alhamdulillah pulled thro somehow .
She kept her distance from friends during her weak days n always portray strength n optimism whenever people asked her about her condition .
Ever hardworking and committed to her work , Arwah is a person admired by many including all her top bosses. During her bosses' visit to see her last Wednesday, they proudly told us "she motivates all of us at work". Amazing .
Alhamdulillah i managed to visit her every day ever since she got re-admitted into the Oncology Ward last week , together with Tiney her dear friend who was always there for her through all these months . This time, the doctors had to do another procedure to clear the liquid that has re-filled her lung .
Eventually as her liver became more severely damaged, her skin and the whites in her eyes started turning yellow, and her legs, ankles, feet n abdomen began to swell . It was heartbreaking to see her suffer, knowing you couldn't do much but just be there next to her and say soothing words to calm her . At that point of time, there wasn't much else that the doctors could do except to give her a continuous dose of morphine 1ml/hour to somewhat lessen her pain.
During those last few days , i got the opportunity to meet her family , her wonderful parents and siblings , her uncles , aunties , cousins and all . When they came , she would cry with them , seek forgiveness from each one , and hugged them . She would , with much difficulty , gather up all her strength to set her pain aside so she could say out all that she wanted to say to them with tears rolling down her cheeks . She left such a powerful impact to every one who came to see her .
Allah grants us with wonders in mysterious ways . Never thought i would get the chance but He decided to give me the opportunity to be with Wara during the last few days of her life . I was blessed indeed . The precious critical week that her family had with her , they graciously allowed us friends to share .
That little window of time that Allah granted me had provided me with some special moments with her, whose friendship i have shared with for the last 36 years . She was my classmate throughout our 5 years together in MRSM KB . She was bubbly, chatty, strong, expressive, loving, caring, daring, smart, sensitive, warm, witty, all in one . A mixture of such a lively person .
Wara passed away peacefully on early Sunday morning (yesterday) , with her beautiful daughter Batrisyia and husband Firdaus by her side. We were all shaken by the news . The doctors had informed the family that she didn't have much time left , but then again, who is ever prepared to say a final goodbye to a loved one ?
MasyaAllah, so many people came to attend her funeral yesterday morning , to give their last respect to this lovely lady . Her family, her friends, her office colleagues . I watched as silence filled the air . You could feel the overwhelming sadness that surrounded the whole Masjid as the family prepared her for her final rest .
I witnessed moments so poignant and unforgettable . I watched her mom n dad with a jolted pain in my heart . I can only imagine just how painful it is for them to see their child lay there motionless before them . I watched Firdaus busy attending to this&that, his face worried and concerned . Yet every now and then he would pause and turn to a corner and wipe the tears off his cheeks . It was evident how painful the whole thing was for him .
I watched Batrishia sat quietly next to her mommy's lifeless body. Tears silently rolled down her cheeks . Verily , looking at her was almost like seeing Wara alive , as this girl is such a replica of her mommy . The way she look , the way she move . And then there was Naim , her son whom i got to know during the days at the hospital . He hid his sadness with his smile throughout the whole morning . You could tell how very dear his mommy is to him . I didn't get to meet her other 4 children at the hospital as they were away . Alas , having spent the last few days with these two kids and seeing how they looked after their mommy , it gave me a glimpse of how wonderful all her kids are . How blessed and proud they are to have her as their mother, indeed .
The funeral went smoothly, syukur Alhamdulillah . She was finally laid to rest just after Zohor . Her kubur is up on a hill , surrounded by beautiful tall trees that shade the whole area from direct heat of the sun .
Back in 1986, ie 31 years ago, Wara gave me a gift . A white cotton shirt . She proudly showed off her architectural skills via that shirt . Using red n green drawing pens , she sketched on it her favorite KL buildings which we visited during our paint-kl-red trips after SPM . Last Thursday while chatting with her, I reminded her about it "You know i still have that shirt you gave me, kan?" . She immediately responded "No no Ja! Don't you wear that here! Malu i nanti!". We both laughed. In silent i was determined to wear it to the hospital one of these days.
Ahhh , it is not meant to be. One of these days never came. She will never get to see me wear it anymore. She would have been so damn proud to see me wear it, for sure.
As i stare at this keyboard in this wee hour on this early Monday morning recalling moments that i have had with her, i am proud to say that my friend Wara has been, and will remain, one of the sweetest and liveliest persons i have ever known . My most unforgettable moment with her last week would have to be when i sang the Carpenter song to her ear , and she happily sang along with me . Amazingly , she still remember the lyrics completely . "Sing , sing a song . Sing out loud , sing out strong . Sing of good things , not bad . Sing of happy , not sad ...." 🎼
May you rest in peace , my dear Wara . May Allah forgive you and grant you His Jannah , where you would walk amidst His beautiful gardens , singing your heart away , free from pain and impediment . Until we meet again .
🌷🌷🌷
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Our Cikgu Fatanah wrote this about Wara in her FB ystdy :
--> Hari ini menerima berita sedih lagi selepas 2 minggu perginya arwah bekas anak murid Mrsm Pg Chepa Dr Naza Nawi. Hari ini seorang lagi bekas anak murid Mrsm Pg Chepa, Allahyarhamah Wan Rahmah Mohd Zaki pergi menemui Yang Mencipta. Rasa terkilan juga tak sempat menemui arwah sebelum arwah pergi. Sewaktu di Mrsm arwah seorang Patrol Leader pasokan pandu puteri dan merupakan Queen Guide yang pertama di negeri Kelantan. Selain dari bermain hoki, arwah dan rakan-rakan aktif dlm kerja sukarela, mengutip derma dan menolong yang kurang bernasib baik.
Kali terakhir cikgu menemui arwah adalah sewaktu PICC baru selesai dibina. Arwah memberi kepada saya majalah Ayu keluaran.....?. Dalam majalah tersebut terdapat foto arwah bergambar dg Tun Dr Mahathir melawat PICC yg sedang dibina. Arwah merupakan Arkitek PICC yg tersergam indah .... Semoga roh arwah ditempatkan bersama orang-orang yang beriman. Aamiin Aamiin Aamiin YRA."
Material that only the closest of friends would be able to produce.
Thank you KakJa for allowing me to share it here, in my tiny little nook.
"11:19 AM, 4/11/2017] Salaam
[11:20 AM, 4/11/2017] I wrote a short piece yesterday morning about our friend Arwah Wan Rahmah. I would like to share it with you all here.
[11:21 AM, 4/11/2017] Arwah was diagnosed with colon cancer in Sept 2014, and started going for chemo in HUKM since then . Masa tu my Arwah Dad pun baru admitted in HUKM . She would come down to my Dad's Ward for a chitchat during her chemo trips, proudly showing the chemo bag that hanged out from the side of her abdomen . She would talk n talk , telling me about her chemo , her work , her this n that . Always portraying that bubbly side of her .
Time went by , she continued on with her chemo n completed all treatments . And she had to undergo a few major surgeries in between . Despite her weakening condition early this year, she decided to go for umrah with her family . Tiney told me how Wara insisted on it as she said it would likely be her last visit to Mekah . She was sick n badly coughing thro out her umrah but Alhamdulillah pulled thro somehow .
She kept her distance from friends during her weak days n always portray strength n optimism whenever people asked her about her condition .
Ever hardworking and committed to her work , Arwah is a person admired by many including all her top bosses. During her bosses' visit to see her last Wednesday, they proudly told us "she motivates all of us at work". Amazing .
Alhamdulillah i managed to visit her every day ever since she got re-admitted into the Oncology Ward last week , together with Tiney her dear friend who was always there for her through all these months . This time, the doctors had to do another procedure to clear the liquid that has re-filled her lung .
Eventually as her liver became more severely damaged, her skin and the whites in her eyes started turning yellow, and her legs, ankles, feet n abdomen began to swell . It was heartbreaking to see her suffer, knowing you couldn't do much but just be there next to her and say soothing words to calm her . At that point of time, there wasn't much else that the doctors could do except to give her a continuous dose of morphine 1ml/hour to somewhat lessen her pain.
During those last few days , i got the opportunity to meet her family , her wonderful parents and siblings , her uncles , aunties , cousins and all . When they came , she would cry with them , seek forgiveness from each one , and hugged them . She would , with much difficulty , gather up all her strength to set her pain aside so she could say out all that she wanted to say to them with tears rolling down her cheeks . She left such a powerful impact to every one who came to see her .
Allah grants us with wonders in mysterious ways . Never thought i would get the chance but He decided to give me the opportunity to be with Wara during the last few days of her life . I was blessed indeed . The precious critical week that her family had with her , they graciously allowed us friends to share .
That little window of time that Allah granted me had provided me with some special moments with her, whose friendship i have shared with for the last 36 years . She was my classmate throughout our 5 years together in MRSM KB . She was bubbly, chatty, strong, expressive, loving, caring, daring, smart, sensitive, warm, witty, all in one . A mixture of such a lively person .
Wara passed away peacefully on early Sunday morning (yesterday) , with her beautiful daughter Batrisyia and husband Firdaus by her side. We were all shaken by the news . The doctors had informed the family that she didn't have much time left , but then again, who is ever prepared to say a final goodbye to a loved one ?
MasyaAllah, so many people came to attend her funeral yesterday morning , to give their last respect to this lovely lady . Her family, her friends, her office colleagues . I watched as silence filled the air . You could feel the overwhelming sadness that surrounded the whole Masjid as the family prepared her for her final rest .
I witnessed moments so poignant and unforgettable . I watched her mom n dad with a jolted pain in my heart . I can only imagine just how painful it is for them to see their child lay there motionless before them . I watched Firdaus busy attending to this&that, his face worried and concerned . Yet every now and then he would pause and turn to a corner and wipe the tears off his cheeks . It was evident how painful the whole thing was for him .
I watched Batrishia sat quietly next to her mommy's lifeless body. Tears silently rolled down her cheeks . Verily , looking at her was almost like seeing Wara alive , as this girl is such a replica of her mommy . The way she look , the way she move . And then there was Naim , her son whom i got to know during the days at the hospital . He hid his sadness with his smile throughout the whole morning . You could tell how very dear his mommy is to him . I didn't get to meet her other 4 children at the hospital as they were away . Alas , having spent the last few days with these two kids and seeing how they looked after their mommy , it gave me a glimpse of how wonderful all her kids are . How blessed and proud they are to have her as their mother, indeed .
The funeral went smoothly, syukur Alhamdulillah . She was finally laid to rest just after Zohor . Her kubur is up on a hill , surrounded by beautiful tall trees that shade the whole area from direct heat of the sun .
Back in 1986, ie 31 years ago, Wara gave me a gift . A white cotton shirt . She proudly showed off her architectural skills via that shirt . Using red n green drawing pens , she sketched on it her favorite KL buildings which we visited during our paint-kl-red trips after SPM . Last Thursday while chatting with her, I reminded her about it "You know i still have that shirt you gave me, kan?" . She immediately responded "No no Ja! Don't you wear that here! Malu i nanti!". We both laughed. In silent i was determined to wear it to the hospital one of these days.
Ahhh , it is not meant to be. One of these days never came. She will never get to see me wear it anymore. She would have been so damn proud to see me wear it, for sure.
As i stare at this keyboard in this wee hour on this early Monday morning recalling moments that i have had with her, i am proud to say that my friend Wara has been, and will remain, one of the sweetest and liveliest persons i have ever known . My most unforgettable moment with her last week would have to be when i sang the Carpenter song to her ear , and she happily sang along with me . Amazingly , she still remember the lyrics completely . "Sing , sing a song . Sing out loud , sing out strong . Sing of good things , not bad . Sing of happy , not sad ...." 🎼
May you rest in peace , my dear Wara . May Allah forgive you and grant you His Jannah , where you would walk amidst His beautiful gardens , singing your heart away , free from pain and impediment . Until we meet again .
🌷🌷🌷
--------------------------
Our Cikgu Fatanah wrote this about Wara in her FB ystdy :
--> Hari ini menerima berita sedih lagi selepas 2 minggu perginya arwah bekas anak murid Mrsm Pg Chepa Dr Naza Nawi. Hari ini seorang lagi bekas anak murid Mrsm Pg Chepa, Allahyarhamah Wan Rahmah Mohd Zaki pergi menemui Yang Mencipta. Rasa terkilan juga tak sempat menemui arwah sebelum arwah pergi. Sewaktu di Mrsm arwah seorang Patrol Leader pasokan pandu puteri dan merupakan Queen Guide yang pertama di negeri Kelantan. Selain dari bermain hoki, arwah dan rakan-rakan aktif dlm kerja sukarela, mengutip derma dan menolong yang kurang bernasib baik.
Kali terakhir cikgu menemui arwah adalah sewaktu PICC baru selesai dibina. Arwah memberi kepada saya majalah Ayu keluaran.....?. Dalam majalah tersebut terdapat foto arwah bergambar dg Tun Dr Mahathir melawat PICC yg sedang dibina. Arwah merupakan Arkitek PICC yg tersergam indah .... Semoga roh arwah ditempatkan bersama orang-orang yang beriman. Aamiin Aamiin Aamiin YRA."
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