[Tribute] A year without my treasure Dada

On this day (October 23) last year, I met face to face with the true meaning of grief that has permanently deformed my emotions.

At about 8:42 AM on that faithful day, my beloved mother passed away at the Federal Medical Center, Jalingo after a protracted battle with her health.

Certainly, death is inevitable! Every living soul has its death coupon already issued depending on when, where, and how.

Indeed, the sorrow of losing a mother is to say least emotionally overwhelming.

Dada, you have been the strong pillar upon which I rested. You taught me to be generous and God-fearing, even when you were bed-bound and could not talk, you beckoned on me to do good to others, you prayed for us even when I could not comprehend what you were saying, but seeing you raising your hands is explicitly and unambiguously clear to me that, you were praying for us.

You were sick, bed-bound, and shuttling from one hospital and medical facility to another all looking for how your sickness can be cured not knowing it will be the cause of your death.

You were down for about two consecutive years until it was appointed time for your departure. According to a Hadith of Prophet Muhammad (SAW); when a Muslim is sick, the sins fall away just as fire purifies gold. I pray may your protracted illness erased your sins.

Indeed, your lost is unredeemable, but I’m consoled with the three words you uttered to my ears as you grapple in my arms to take your last breath, the last of which was the shahada.

I fervently pray that all you’ve prayed for us during your lifetime continue to follow us until our last breath.

Wallahi! the agony of the one year I have lived without my beloved Mother can’t be described with any phrase I ever knew.

For those of you that still have your mothers alive, you have the most valuable treasure to love and support.Take full advantage of that and do more than your doing pls.

رَبَّنَا اغْفِرْ لِي وَلِوَالِدَيَّ وَلِلْمُؤْمِنِينَ يَوْمَ يَقُومُ الْحِسَابُ