On Saturday morning, Mikhail was with me. And as the weather was lovely with just the slightest morning drizzle, we decided to visit Bukit Kiara Cemetery where rests the pusara (grave) of my late mother.
|Mikhail is always drawn to the babies and toddlers' graves, just across from my mother's.|
|"She was only 3 months old!" Mika said, and sighing before observing,|
"The good always die young, Papa..." The baby girl was born in November 2002,
before being laid to rest in January 2003.
|Beside the boulder is the New Garden of Babies. It is the latter section that now houses|
the graves of babies and toddlers. It is a beautiful corner of this beautiful cemetery. Mika
went down to have a bit of a wander-about.
|He stubbed his' Crocs' on the rock and his Sponge Bob Square Pants doll|
fell off his sandal. At my suggestion he decided to give the doll to one of the
babies resting here. He picked one nearby and respectfully placed the doll at the grave.
So now Mika's right sandal is without Sponge Bob and his left sandal is kinda grotesquely missing Batman's head and right forearm. But I think that is just fine. For he has made a friend. You always make friends when you visit the cemetery, I believe. So long as you know how to speak the language of the dead - The Language of Love.
Have a beautiful Sunday, sunshine, from Mika and myself. May God bless your warm fuzzy hearts.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way