Received two grief news within a week of the passing of two women who were known through mutual acquaintances. Both were on my age, leaving their two little children behind. Although I didn’t know them personally, but still, the thought of the children who lost their mother in such young age is painful.
It’s a heart-wrenching reminder that life is actually the most fragile thing in the world. One tiny single thing could turn your life upside down. One single unmeaningful thing could lead to the broken of long-kept trust, no-turn-back separation, and the end of happy days you thought would last forever.
One ‘kun fayakun’ from the owner of this life could make you jump from the top of the world to the bottom of the earth core.
The scariest thing is that you have no control about this. Death and misfortunes are always lurking around, waiting for the exact time to appear after it’s being commanded from the owner of the whole life. No single second of negotiation, no matter how much effort you have done to anticipate any miscalculations.
Death should always be a constant and strong reminder to live kind of life which deserves to be granted a good ending. That is far from easy and not just everyone is granted with such good ending. What is a good ending? It’s up to us to choose what kind of things we aim to measure our life.
Watching my closest families died few times makes me believe one thing : the way we die determined by the way we live. We can’t choose our start, but we really can work hard for our ending. In the end, we only get the ending we deserve to have. Just like the future shaped from what we do today, the next life would be also the result of the deeds we have done in previous life.
Shouldn’t we then live the life like the famous line from Imam Ali Bin Abi Thalib RA?
Work for this world as if you will live forever and work for the here-after as if you will die tomorrow.
I pray that both families given the strength they need to go through everything, may those little children would be always protected, and may the mothers rest well.
Ready or not, finish or unfinish,
when it’s time to go, we go.
When it’s time to let go, we just have to let go.