Tuesday 27 July 2021

Good Morning, Death.

 At 4.30 am on 22nd July 2021, my phone rang. It was my mother. She was frantic and her voice was trembling. She told me that Abang Long’s body was cold, he was not breathing. She quickly hung up. 

My eyes were barely opened as I woke my husband up. I called the rest of my siblings because I didn’t know what else to do. 

Back home, my mother and Along took turn to do CPR, Iqa was calling the ambulance, and my baby brother who was working at that time, rushed home. It was chaotic that morning and it was sad. 

It was extremely sad.

At 5.00 am the ambulance arrived. Abang Long was immediately pronounced dead.

I asked Azan, what should we do? At 5.00 am, kitorang termenung, 5.30 am kitorang masih termenung. We couldn’t go, it was still PKP and the cause of death was still undetermined. It could be COVID and it could be not. 

This situation is a virgin territory. 

At 6.30 am, we decided to just go. We sat in our car as we watched from afar. Police and KKM came with full body PPE gear on. They did swab test on arwah, and his test came back negative. My mother’s instinct was right, well, her instinct is always right. Postmortem was carried out, the cause of death was acute myocardial infarction; a heart attack. Arwah was 37 years old when he died in his sleep. He was too young for this.

I know it is not my loss to claim, it’s Along’s and arwah’s families’, but a couple of scenarios kept running inside my head where this situation could have turned out entirely different. Kakngah dismissed my thought by saying that all of this has been written and it is what it is. Redha.

A couple hours after his burial, one of the twin said “Mama, Aleya nak Abah......”. Even the strongest in the family broke down after hearing that.

This is still a shock, and it is going to be for a very long time. We lost a brother and a friend on 22nd of July 2021. Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Iaihi Rajioon. To Allah we belong, and to him we will return. 

Al-Fatihah.