When I visit my grandmother on Sunday which was two days ago, I did not kissed and hugged her. I did not even talk to her. What's wrong with me.
On the very next day, she passed away. I went to her house and recite the surah yasin beside her. I did not even thought of crying.
Today, I did not went to school as to help with the funeral. After 'mandikan mayat' process, all of my uncles and aunties gave her a final kiss. I kissed her, sigh, God.
At around 11+ the funeral finally ended. This loss really made me stronger both mentally and physically.

Nek, Taqim minta maaf nek~
I really love her.

Alfatiha
Hjh Basiah Bte Kaslam

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