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By: Lizra Khalid
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| Wednesday, 24-Nov-2004 00:00 |
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Aidilfitri in Kg. Rimba Terjun, Pontian
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dad with nusra
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dad seated at arwah's fav corner..
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asma'ul husna.. remarkable work of art by arwah pak yai
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part of my big family
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along with wife, kak ha & daughter, kamila
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L-R: Paman Ajib, Dad, Paman Aqib, Paman Apah
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The Brothers
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men talk
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men talk ii
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side view of mak nyai's house
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main road opposite grandma's house
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in the kitchen
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front view of my kampung
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dining hall
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lazing outside
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Pak Yai Hamzah (Mak Nyai's youngest sibblin)& wife came to visit
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Dad with Grandma
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Dad with Grandma ii
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Mom with Iwan
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Visiting the graveyard
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Great loss..
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Along headed the doa
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new-borns
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Al-fatihah..
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I've always loved going back to my grandparent's house in Pontian, but for some inexplicable and sad reasons, I had never gotten the chance to visit this house as often as I wanted to.. despite all the many chances and time.
Well, celebrating Syawal here in this house was never the same & will never be the same again.. with the non-presence of my late grandfather, Pak Yai, whom had passed away about 4 weeks ago... May Allah protect his soul and may he be placed in the highest Heaven above.. Al-Fatihah.
Being close to my grandfather at the time when he was still alive.. the sadness was just too much for me to handle, even until now. Hence, the tears that I had when visiting his grave, when looking at my lonesome grandma lying helplessly on bed, when staring blankly at everything in the house which would remind me of how great a man he once had been.. to the society, to his wife, to the family, and personally to me.
My grandfather will forever be the man I would always look up to.
He may be gone, but he lives forever in my heart.
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