Few days after mum’s death Abah told us that he had the most three years to live. If he passed that period he would live at least another 20 years. Barely three years later Abah passed away just as the azan called for the evening twilight prayers.
The irony was that my sis Tam had told me of her dream a week earlier. She had described the exact picture of what we were witnessing on the day my father’s body arrived from Sarawak. Even the words my granduncle told her was the same, ‘It is your father.” The crowd, the sad faces were just a flashback being replayed.
1997, I was at work. We were busy trying to catch the dateline. After the evening prayer I laid down on the couch while waiting for my friends to get ready for dinner. I had a dream. I was on a sandy beach by the sea. Two of my teeth came off. They were still good but bloody. I felt a tremendous lost. I looked at them but just couln’t put it back. I felt the emptiness at the places where they had been.
I had completely forgotten ab the dream. While we were seated for dinner I happen to look at the masjid across the road. Memory of the dream came back. I felt a sudden sadness. I told my friends and said, two of my close relatives are going to die. They said it was just passing thought and not to be taken seriously.
I came back from the office at 5 am that day. Before I even opened the gate my sis Tam called, asking me to come home, my auncle was dying. That evening he died. Twelve days later I got another call from my sister-in-law saying that my sis Tam had stopped breathing. I just could not believe it. I took my own sweet time to pray. When I came out my collegue told me to go home. He had received another call. My sis was really gone. I just laughed. How could she. She was as healthy as I was. I managed to drive home. My hubby was crying near hysterical. I was cool. It must be a sick joke. When I reached the hospital… they took me to a body in shroud, on the bed. I had the feeling of lost I just can’t describe.
The irony was that my sis Tam had told me of her dream a week earlier. She had described the exact picture of what we were witnessing on the day my father’s body arrived from Sarawak. Even the words my granduncle told her was the same, ‘It is your father.” The crowd, the sad faces were just a flashback being replayed.
1997, I was at work. We were busy trying to catch the dateline. After the evening prayer I laid down on the couch while waiting for my friends to get ready for dinner. I had a dream. I was on a sandy beach by the sea. Two of my teeth came off. They were still good but bloody. I felt a tremendous lost. I looked at them but just couln’t put it back. I felt the emptiness at the places where they had been.
I had completely forgotten ab the dream. While we were seated for dinner I happen to look at the masjid across the road. Memory of the dream came back. I felt a sudden sadness. I told my friends and said, two of my close relatives are going to die. They said it was just passing thought and not to be taken seriously.
I came back from the office at 5 am that day. Before I even opened the gate my sis Tam called, asking me to come home, my auncle was dying. That evening he died. Twelve days later I got another call from my sister-in-law saying that my sis Tam had stopped breathing. I just could not believe it. I took my own sweet time to pray. When I came out my collegue told me to go home. He had received another call. My sis was really gone. I just laughed. How could she. She was as healthy as I was. I managed to drive home. My hubby was crying near hysterical. I was cool. It must be a sick joke. When I reached the hospital… they took me to a body in shroud, on the bed. I had the feeling of lost I just can’t describe.
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