I am writing this from Torbay Court apartment in Camden Town, London. I was stupefied and mortified. Inalillah. My heart pumped and I cried vehemently when I heard the news. My dear coursemate, Noraiyati Omar or affectionately known as Kakti had passed away due to dengue. I still can’t believe it; but of course as a Moslem, we embrace that it is God’s will.
During our video presentation. The late Kakti was sitting at the most left.
Kak Yati has been a sister figure for all of us in the Master’s Degree in Corporate Communication program. She would remind us the various datelines; and she would push us to accelerate our undone works as her working ethics are of high standard and prompt. She was always a punctual person and very adamant in her works. As I am jotting this down using my sister’s laptop, I lost words to siphon out.
Our dear sister. I miss you Kak Ti. Inalillah………… I won’t forget you antics and what you said on me should furthering study abroad. Inalillah.
She helped me a lot to complete my “The Relationship Between Tagline and Beauty Umaira’s Marketability” proposal for the subject “Communication Research Method” that I managed to get A- (REFER to : https://undomiel84.wordpress.com/2014/05/09/stressful-phase-gone-beserk-a-proposal-for-research-communication-methods-as-kiasu-as-it-is/ for the proposal processes & REFER to https://undomiel84.wordpress.com/2014/09/14/why-do-i-choose-masters-of-corporate-communications-a-microbiology-degree-holder-a-banker-a-teacher-the-barenaked-confessions/ for the outcome).
And; we always have been influencing each other in a good way. I loved her zealous spirit to achieve her goals and that is aligned with my drive as well. I even contemplated of following her footsteps of wanting to finish up my Master’s Degree within merely 3 semesters like her plan because she said she just wanted to finish this as soon as possible (REFER to : https://undomiel84.wordpress.com/2014/08/17/cutting-the-kiasu-horns-be-realistic-4-subjects-for-2nd-semester-master-of-corporate-communication-upm/) and she is taking a lot of subjects this semester so that she could speed up the process for next semester as the last one.
She is friendly with everyone. She knows everyone and everyone knows her. She is in “The Kaya Bread Project” team for my ‘Advanced Public Relations’ social online campaign (REFER to : https://undomiel84.wordpress.com/2014/12/05/the-kaya-bread-project-the-english-literacy-amongst-malaysians-online-campaign-the-strategies-the-experiences-the-reflections/) and supposedly, we would be doing our presentation on the 26th December 2014; but since I would be flying to United Kingdom; we did a video presentation because partly due to my part was quite technical on the strategies; and it would be good to finish up doing a pre-presentation as we could settle this earlier.
Last Thursday, dated 18th December 2014; a day before I flew to United Kingdom on 19th December 2014; we had our last class which was “Public Speaking for Professionals” by our favorite lecturer Assoc. Prof. Dr. Abdul Muati, our faculty Dean. She was very pale and lethargic but she forced herself to come because she was afraid that perhaps Prof would be giving some tips for the coming exam. Didi gave her a lift as she couldn’t drive. She couldn’t stand to weather all our remaining friends presenting their speeches as she was tired; so she told me that she wanted to take a nap at musolla and asked me to alert her when the whole presentations were over.
During the Maghrib Prayer break, Kak Yati, Didi and I went through the first draft of our “The Kaya Bread Project” video. Didi and Kakti were making fun of me saying that I am the SuperKiasu for talking so much in the video (coincidentally, my parts were quite lengthy) as I always called her the Kiasu (hate to lose). She was laughing and giggling frantically – and when I remembered this, it makes me so sad and immersed with melancholy.
When we were about to depart; I told her to pray for my safety as my flight to London was scheduled on the tomorrow (19th December); she told me that – “Well, as if you don’t wanna come back?”; I told her that who knew- with all the airlines’ fiasco; so she said – “Hahahaa….alright!”. So, on Friday when I already boarded the MH 4; I received her Whatsapps saying that she was admitted to hospital due to dengue; so I messaged her asking her to drink a lot of water to extract out the viruses. My heart sore when I read the last message in the Whatsapps :-
“Ya thanks. Have safe journey. Jgn lupa balik sini” (don’t forget to come back)
It is ironic that now she was the one gone forever. This morning I read that she was transferred to ICU for difficulties in breathing and then circa 3 hours later before my family and I went out, I was shocked to received news that Kakti was gone!! I was shaken and sobbed and cried vehemently. I couldn’t believe it. My nephew, Rifqi was puzzled and Kakak consoled me. I really didn’t have the heart to venture out but in the end; I had to do it as per planned with my family.
Memories came back to me. I had plans with her to meet Dr. Rosli or Dr. Muati to discuss on the probability of furthering study till PhD. She always said that “let me do the PhD first as I am finishing the Master’s Degree earlier; so you can come to my convocation and remember to bring flowers!; and then I’ll do PhD first and tell you the rest of the process!”. She also encouraged me to see the PhD students presenting their viva sessions as I’ve missed the first one and she said,
“Don’t worry. KakTi would alert you. I am a Kiasu, aite?”
Honestly, there are so many things to write but my mind is blank now. I wish I was in Malaysia now. My coursemates and I planned to visit her grave (so sad…..my eyes watering when I typed this). KakTi, I miss your antics. You are my sister and been helping me a lot. I miss you. Inalillah…..
Her last Whatsapps with me. How ironic. She jokingly asked me not to forget to come back to Malaysia but she was the one gone forever. I guess this is a lesson and a waking up call for me. We never know when is our time; when will Angel of Death strikes us. Who knows when is my time? It could be in the next two hours, an hour, tomorrow; anytime?!! Inalillah…..God is Great. ALLAH Hu Akbar.