It has been 5 years since Omar returned. I have vivid memories of pushing Omar in his stroller to watch the birds during our hospital stay of about six months.
The day I was told there was no other option for Omar, I accepted it. I knew the time would come, it was just a matter of when I would hear those words.
Lights off at the hospital. I cried, holding his hand in the crib next to my bed. He had to leave this world.
That same night I had a vision of a handsome young man with long brown hair. He seemed about 17 years in age. He said, "Mom, I'll be fine." A sense of calmness overwhelmed me and I often recall the image of that young man.
Omar spent the last three months of his life on earth at home. My daily du'a was for him to be taken from this world in a peaceful manner.
I heard the call for Maghrib prayer. Omar made a gasp. Instinctly I picked him up. I gazed at him as he let out a few more gentle gasps, then it was just his physical body in my arms.
The beauty of that moment has never left me.
Knowing that Allah had answered my du'a stays in my mind.
2 comments:
Al-Fatihah for Omar.
It has been one year since my father passed away. I think of him everyday since.
Jasri, thank you. Al-Fatihah for Basrah Samin.
FYI, my Mom passed away this April and once in a while regrets seep in on how I could have treated her better during her last year of life.
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