Yesterday was the last time I kissed her forehead, the last time I saw her half-covered face, the last time her body was to be at her house.

My late dearest grandmother passed away on 11th June 2007 at about 9.30pm due to old-age sickness. She only struggled with stomach pains for half hour before breathing her last breathe in the presence of her children and in the arms of one son who managed to get her to say some prayers before she went to sleep. (They thought she really slept, as in sleep sleep snoring sleep, because she was breathing when she closed her eyes after saying the prayers. But when the family doctor came after some time, she was already gone. No one realised her leaving because they thought it was the effects of the medicine that she'd feel sleepy.) She left with little pain and without having her children to feel her pains. She left while preparing to perform her prayers. She left physically and spiritually clean.

Her funeral was held yesterday and she's now resting in the grounds in the Yio Chu Kang Muslim cemetery.

She was a woman with much strength, hope, care and concern for others.

We cry not because we're unwilling to let her go but because we miss her.
She held all 9 children, 7 children-in-law and 27 grandchildren together.
She loved us all equally, even though some of us stayed miles away from her but she remembers all our names better than I remember some of my cousins'.
She had stomach cancer when I was probably 6? and she fought all the way til it's gone. She had tonnes of medication to eat. But she never gave up. It's time for her to leave the sufferings behind.

Please help her and donate all your prayers so she'll be spared from the punishment.

Mak Tok, we'll miss you fondly.
Al-Fatehah.
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