Assalamulaikum...

It has been a year since that night. The night that I will remember for the rest of my life. Alone with him I will never forget the silence of him, the quietness of the night, the beeping machine of the patient on the front bed. All I can remember my own sobbing while reciting the Yassiin. Sobbing next to his ear whispering the Syahadah, holding his still warm hand tightly. It was raining and my tears were pouring down as heavy as the rain, watching him dying. That was the night my father was gone. May he rest in peace. InsyaaAllah.

Al-fatihah for our beloved father Hassan bin Kasmani.