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Belasungkawa.

While I’ve been busying myself with all things worldly and insignificant, a dear friend went through the hardest thing a person could ever go through.

She lost her dad to the C word.

I was taken aback when I first received her text. Uncle was supposed to be fine albeit already having some complications of the disease and I was all geared up to visit him next week. God clearly had better plans when He decided  to pull the plug much earlier than his doctors had predicted.

I can’t even begin to imagine what my dear friend is going through during this hard, difficult time. Being the master weeper that I am, I had tears trickling down when I broke the news to our mutual comrades. Tears are even swelling up as I write this, but I know it can never compare to the heartache that she must be experiencing right now.

Uncle as I remember was an overall nice guy. A competent professional with a towering personality and I dare say, the most humble, down-to-earth person I’ve ever met in my life. He led a simple life, always putting others first before his own needs, be it his family or his patients. I’ve heard stories after stories on how he struggled during his earlier years of conversion to Islam, of how he excelled through medical school with very limited funds and ultimately his journey to become the high-flying, great person that he was throughout his lifetime.

Probably my most favourite story of him was of a certain “Buku 555”. During his times of financial hardship years back, he took the effort to write down the names of everyone he ever borrowed money from as well as the amount of debt in that little book. He was determined to pay everyone back once he started earning his own salary. And true to his words, he paid in full to each and everyone that he was indebted to, even if it was just a few Ringgit. Him and his saintly ways are living proof that good, kind Samaritans still exist in this cold hard World.

It was a known fact among our colleagues that my dear friend had always talked  so fondly of her Papa. Papa this, Papa that. Yes, I think most of us might have envied her at some point for having such a wonderful person around as a dad. He was truly an inspiration, and he will be dearly missed by all of us. As for me, I will always have that image of him giving her (rather heavy) baby brother a piggyback ride up the stairs during our stay at her place 2 years ago. Good times, those were.

So my dear friend, grief all you want and come back stronger than ever. The upcoming few months will be tough, and not having Papa around will make things a notch harder than it already is.

But we are here for you.

I am here for you.

I will do whatever it takes to make sure we win this rat race together, and you shall make Papa proud of the woman that you are and you will be. Allah works in mysterious ways, so let us all pray that there will be a silver lining to this big dark cloud.

I love you.

Tribute for Allahyarham Dr. Mohd Arif Kor Abdullah. 1961 -2009.

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