It is with greatest sadness and sorrow that I'm typing this here.

My grandmother (mum's mum) passed away on 15th August, merely a few days back.

It happened just during maghrib. I witnessed the whole thing with my very own eyes.

I was very sick on that day; woke up in the morning and threw up a lot; went to the doctor in the afternoon; had fever and nausea.. Who knew that tragedy would strike during breaking fast time?

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My family were all fasting, so they were all prepared seated at the dinner table, while i was in my room resting. Throughout the day, i kept glancing at my bro's room to where my gran was lying, she was sleeping non-stop, she was still breathing. And then came evening, my family were at the hall, i was in my room, i glanced at my gran and noticed that her eyes were opened..but something was not right. I looked closer and stood near the doorway, her eyes were looking up. I quickly told my family and we ran into the room. I saw the tears in her eyes before she passed on. Mere moments passed, and then, just like that, she was gone. I remember every single detail that happened. Called up relatives with shaking hands/fingers while trying to dial their numbers and speaking with wavering voices. People kept asking me questions, and i had to repeat everything that happened while fighting back my tears. I remember everything that happened from my house full of people, to the prayers, to sending to the Muslim cemetery.

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I only have these to say. I am glad that my eyes were glued on her on that evening. Only ALLAH knows what would happen if I didn't look.

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I love you, Nenek ;( ALLAH loves u more.

:) :) :) :)

I looked at the calendar just to be sure.

And it's true.

I love August even more!

Wonderful or wad?

It happens ONCE every 823 years!

Yay!