Last night around Maghrib, we lost my Alang Manah, my aunt, my father's sister. She's been treated at the Putrajaya Hospital ICU for the past week and finally passed away... on a Friday. I can't say I'm very close to her, but still, she's the aunt you must visit on the 1st Hari Raya morning and whose kenduris you must attend. And she's the one you must seek when you attend other people's kenduris. When I was little, every weekend we would go balik kampung and my father would take me and my brother to visit her. I last met her last Hari Raya. She doesn't recognize people anymore, but she was healthy then. I was late and was the last to kiss her forehead before they close her up and performed prayers. I stood outside with my daughter watching the the action from afar. I'd rather stand outside, loss in my own thoughts and feelings, then sitting with the rest of the womenfolk in the kitchen. At least, I can hear the tahlil and prayers and amin the doas. ...
It was Sarah for the first 5 years of her life then one fine day she decided to be called Aliyah instead. This is the story of Aliyah's mother, her family and her thoughts.