what can one say about a
6-year-old who died?
That he was brave. And beautiful. That he loved cars (manual, not battery operated). That the corrosive effect of drugs and chemicals used on his frail little body to fight his disease, did not extend to his spirit. That he will always be a fresh, blooming rayhaan in the memory of all those who knew him. That he will inshaa Allaah be among the chief of the youths in jannah, just like the one after whom he was named.
what can one say about a mother who lost her only son?
Who nursed him tirelessly through the uncertainties of cancer therapy? Who ended all her prayers with a
hasbiyAllaahu ne'mal wakeel, ne'mal maulaa wa ne'man naseer, not presuming to ask Allaah for a specific favour, after all, doesn't He know all things?
Who stood for fajr prayer at the hospital beside her son's bed, and realized in the second rakaat when she couldn't hear her son's laboured breathing, that he was no more? Who had the
khushu to complete her prayer, and
only then turn to her son's bed. Who, while others bathed and readied her son's body for burial, sat in the masjid with tears streaming down her face saying only one word:
alhamdulillaah..
what can one say about a father who kissed his son goodbye and consigned him to Allaah's care, for ever?
Who took one last, long look at the son he had cradled in his lap, dangled over his shoulders, showered with a thousand distractions to take his mind away from the pain. Who grappled with legal procedures and forms, permissions and requisitions even before he dealt with his feelings, while his son's little body was carried in an ambulance tailing his car.
this exceptional family, so obviously under the shade of Allaah's Mercy, the recipient of the
sakeenah He sends down to the people of
sidq, sabr and
shukr gave lessons in life to all those who visited them to condole their son's death….
May Allaah give us the
towfeeq to go beyond shaking our heads in sympathy or widening our eyes in amazement, to learn from their example..