68. Death’s Door
Though you see me eating and walking,
Working and sleeping, breathing and living,
In truth, I am standing at Death’s door,
Waiting to meet my King.
As planned (and happily) as fated, today you will not find me in Kuala Lumpur, but instead in Kuching, Sarawak on the Island of Borneo. I am here to attend the tahlil (assembly of close kin and friends of the deceased) and a special mawlud (songs praising the Lord and venerating His Beloved Habibullah Muhammad (s.a.w.s.)).
The deceased in question is Abang Haji Bohan Abang Haji Osman, the centenarian father (101 years old this year!) of my partner, Abang Ariffin. He asked me to come for a good send-off for his saintly father and witness how the Sarawakians mourn, venerate and ultimately, celebrate the passing of a father, grandfather and great-grandfather.
I took some pictures of course, and here are some of them.
|It was a warm overcast sky beneath which I arrived in Sarawak, the Land of the|
Puteri Santubong (one of the 7 princesses of King Solomon).
|The Tao of the Cat. Two mangy young cats were sleeping next to me.|
Being the Chinese New Year celebrations this weekend, I thought
to myself, "Hmm. How apt." I often have this brilliant epiphanies
of the blinding obvious. He he he.
On that note, I must end the almanac. But before I do, wonderment comes to me as to what I have done to deserve such luminaries and loving spirits in my life. In my own book of account for this life, I have really no debits, only credits granted to me by Allah (s.w.t.) and His Muhammad (s.a.w.s.). I believe this to be true.
Have a beautiful Friday, sunshine. May your life be filled with beautiful and good people always. Especially that person looking back at you in the mirror.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way