I was teaching my class 5 Gallant English lesson when Kakak called me and informed that Wan has passed away! Fixated and a little bit mixture of flabbergasted; but realistic given that he was already 89 years old and bedridden for couple of months already. The pupils overheard my conversation and began bombarding me darndest questions.
“Sir, siapa meninggal Sir?”
“Datuk Sir meninggal dunia. Kakak Sir telefon tadi.”
“Sir sedih ke? Sir menangis ke?”
“Ye..tapi Sir menangis dalam hati.”
That’s one of the beautiful colours when one teaches primary schoolers. They speak their mind in the most innocent way. Although 5 Gallant is the last class in the Year 5 stream, but I love them dearly and since I am the class teacher, it feels like there are bonds between me and them irregardless whether they are excel in academics or not.
Anyway, patched up with Kakak on concocting plan on how to go back to Kedah. Initially, it was planned that she would be coming to Serendah to pick me up but Rawang would possibly be congested with traffic jam and hindered the traffic flows. So, it was decided that I boarded commuter from Serendah to Rawang and then chartered a taxi to a PETRONAS station at the exit/entrance to Rawang highway.
We arrived at Jitra around 8.30 P.M. and obviously couldn’t make it to the funeral. Wan (my grandfather) passed away around noon and was coffined and buried after Asar prayer. We make it to the Tahlil Recital (prayers for the dead) and I joined the congregation. Mak was busy preparing dishes whilst Ayah was the one person who gather everyone (despite him being merely a son-in-law but since the other ‘sons’ could not manage the funeral processions). We were practical and realistic that Wan will die but still, melancholic aura swirls once in a while.
My first Hari Raya salary when I was working in the bank circa 2007.
The crowd was thronging the place- given that Wan was a renowned olden figure in the village. The name “Tok Mat Gear” was a household name amongst the old community of Kampung Padang, Jitra.
I honestly is amazed, awed and very touched with what Ayah and Mak have been doing as a son-in-law and daughter. They had fulfilled their responsibilities to the fullest when the other “sons” and “daughters” don’t really give-a-damn or put much focus on my late grandfather, Wan. Mak nursed Wan tirelessly and Ayah spent nights there in case if anything were to happen. Perhaps the other “sons” and “daughters” claimed they couldn’t take care of the late father because they lived faraway in comparison to my parents; but what about those who lived practically very near to my late grandfather’s house? Of course, it is not my right to judge anyone but I am just siphoning out what I felt inside. And kudos to my parents. Mak even witness the time when Wan (late grandfather) was gasping for his last breath of life…. possibly struggling with the arrival of Death Angel. Shudder to think.
Courtesy of Google Image.
On whole, the first night of Tahlil went well. I heard possibly the recital will be held spanning for a week. As for my leaves, I already asked consultation from my GPK Kurikulum and she gave permission on that. Thanks SK Serendah for being lenient and understanding. Anyway, I noticed that “the black goat son” (an ungrateful uncle who committed cruel things to my late grandather- REFER TO “TANGGANG” BLOG ENTRY IN 2008) was there. It is not my right to judge but when you did cruel things to your own father and he wasn’t in the position to say, “I forgive you”, I hope you will bring the guilty burden for the rest of your life!
Do’a/Prayers for the dead (males).
May Allah SWT bless your soul, Wan. Amin.