Early in this morning of 1st Syawal, as droves of Muslims made their way to perform the Eidul Fitri prayers at mosques all over Malaysia, Mak Ndak (my auntie), Mikhail and myself sneaked towards the Bukit Kiara Cemetery which hosts the final resting place of my mother, Arba'yah binti Hj Mohd Hashim. While there I took some pictures (as is my habit in all cemeteries). And these are the stories that the pictures tell...
|While we were at my mother's grave, Mika wandered away and crossed over to the section|
of the cemetery for babies and little children. I looked for him until I saw him returning from a
distant way, looking rather pensive and busy. What was he up to?
|He came across a little grave of a baby, and crouched down to read the|
inscriptions, that would normally state the name, date of birth and death of the dear child.
|Then he abruptly stood up and gazed across the babies' graves, as if he was looking|
for something or someone. I could not contain my curiosity much longer, and
I asked him, "Hey, Mika... what are you doing over there?"
|So Mika did the honours and recited the al-fatiha for his great grand aunt, Hajjah Amina|
binti Mohd Saad. I am somehow pleased that he has made acquaintance with our
ancestor. I think my mom would have been pleased too.
|I asked Mika if the baby was a boy or a girl.|
"It's a boy, Papa!" he said after checking the tombstone.
|Before we left, Mika gave the greetings of salam to his friend, and once more|
recited the al-fatiha (the Opening Verse of the Holy Quran).
|Before we left, I asked Mika to wedge Sponge Bob back to its original place.|
Mika complied and said, "Yeah, Papa... the baby will find it easier
to grab Sponge Bob and play with him from there..."
I don't think I am a good dad. I set way too many bad examples for him. For like it or not, as adults, we become de facto teachers, by the things we do or by the things we omit to do. For the young, whether he or she is our son, daughter, niece or nephew will inevitably look up to us as an example. I pray that where I am amiss, God and His Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), and the Companions and Saints will cover my son, Mikhail. For I am someone truly sensitive as to his weaknesses. And boy, do I have my weaknesses...
But when it comes to the cemetery and graves, sunshine, I am happy with Mikhail's contentment and curiosity around so many dead people. There are many adults out there who still cringe with fear at the mere whif of graves and the deceased, which I think is a rather ridiculous and short-sighted attitude. After all, we are all gonna end up here one day. Alhamdulillah, may we be gathered by God the Most Compassionate and Most Merciful in a worthy and noble company of kindred souls. Amen.
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way