40 Days

He works in mysterious ways.

Now than ever, I believe in that. Yesterday, my blog entry was dedicated to my Grand Mama, today; it is in the honor of her beloved, for over 65 years. A lot can happen in just 40 days. After the demise of my Grand Mama, I got to spend some quality time with this fine man, my Grand Dad. I made him teach me cricket, but I forgot what ever he taught me… typical me huh? I watched him suck on them mini sneakers’ bars and try aiming the peanuts from his mouth to the dust bin, and end up getting them no where close to the bulls eye (NOTE: He used to stand at the top of the dust bin, while performing this utterly adorable conduct). I stood by him when he used to talk to me in Swahili (instead of English). I would try answer him back, in my mother tongue (literally my mother tongue), only to give up and call my mom and ask her to explain the matter to him. He never laughed at me =). I used to watch him, take those early morning walks, (for two hours, I might add) where he used to walk at snails pace, but be very delighted at the end of his exercise. Oh how could I forget the dozing off on the chair =). But, most of the time, I watched him, his head on his hand, lost in thought. I watched his silent aching.This is from me to you, Babu:

40 Days

For- Mahrum AbdulHussien
GulamHussien (Babu Gulla) Dawood
RIP: 16/ Jan/ 2006

40 days marked the ending of mourning
Prior; there was shock, there was disbelief
During; there was grieving, a struggle to move on

40 days showed grief:
Grief uninvited
Grief un-relinquishing

40 days showed support:
Support of family
Support of friends

40 days showed strength:
Strength - hidden for support
Strength to move on

40 days showed struggle:
Struggle to cope with loss
Struggle to cope with strength

40 days showed bewilderment:
Bewilderment of reality
Bewilderment toward faith

40 days marked the beginning of mourning
Thence, the shock and disbelief cannot be described
Grief was at a pinnacle Hidden strength seemed robbed

Grief, struggle, bewilderment is inevitable in times of loss
Then, why love someone? For
Inevitable grief awaits to befriend you
Inevitable struggle awaits your support
Inevitable bewilderment awaits to lead your way
Then why experience the most horrific time of your life?
- Tassy Ali
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Life will never be the same.

INA LILAAHI WA INA ILEHI RAJIOON: From He we come, to Him we must return.

Treasure every moment with your loved one, be it your Parents, Brothers, Sisters (I don’t believe I am saying this… I hate my sisters :S), Friends, Lovers. Let them know their importance every day.

For all my Friends reading this, I “wub” you all. Hem, Nosh, Fanny, Keet, Masif, Mafaz, Rana, Warri, Maha, Alia and the rest. You all gave me strength and a shoulder to cry on (Hem, you did… literally...wub u babe).

For my Family. Moommie (My Mom =), Tiddie (My Dad =)), The Retards ( My Sisters :S ), Ms. Banana Havoc (Tammi) , and the rest of the Dawood family. I am proud to be associated with Nature’s little Freaks… I mean this is a very respectable way =) I can laugh at people, other than myself =)

Thank you all =)