Today my grandma passed away.
At 9:30 am. At her home in her hometown.
I was working thousands of miles away in a different country. I received the message from mum during break. I felt numb.
It was the first time in my life I experienced the death of a close family member. Yes, for the last 24 years, I have been the blessed girl who knows both of her grandparents and understand what it means to be granddaughter.
But today one of them has finished their life test and departed for the next world.
I find it surreal.
I wonder what I can pray for her. She’s not a Muslim.
Did she find God at the last moments of her life? What state of belief was she at?
Nobody knows except God.
I know I can’t pray God to forgive her if she is a disbeliever. I know I can’t pray for her to gain Paradise if she never believes and desires it.
So I just pray that God will show her plenty of mercy and compassion in His judgement of her. That God will remember her as the grandma of two believers who appreciate everything she has done for us.
I love you grandma. I miss you, too.
But at least your trial is over. And for that, I say alhamdulilah.