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Death in the Community

All of my housemates returned to their parents' house this weekend since we have public holiday on Monday. I stayed because my mother is not home and I have exam on Tuesday.

I don't mind being alone (isn't it weird for an attention seeker?), but it is too quiet in the house so I went to the nearest surau for Zuhur prayer. To my surprise, there were a lot of people there, and the main prayer room is full, compared to the usual only 3-4 rows of jemaah.

The prayer went as usual, and I think I had more peace being surrounded by people (hoho). After the prayer, the imam announced that we will be making a prayer for the recently deceased (solat jenazah). No wonder there are a lot of people.

Looking at the scene, I can't help but remember the day when my father passed away. His body was carried from Kluang, Johor to Shah Alam, and brought to a surau nearby for solat jenazah. Today's event reminded me that a community is very important for our well-being. Just imagine, random strangers coming to the surau to pray for my dad as well, and not all them know my father personally. It soothes the heart of the family of the deceased. When a member of a community returns to Allah's side, everyone comes together to pay respect.

Thank God I held back my tears just now. It must be hard for the family for the loss, especially when it is almost Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Surely their Raya wouldn't be the same this year. I pray that the family of the deceased will be strong and Allah will help them during their hard time.

I miss my father.

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