It was four in the morning
When I woke up with Ome crying
We weren't ready to say goodbye
But guess being ready will never apply

We all thought you were recovering
That we didn't suspect you were leaving
It still feel unreal that you're gone
I can't even feel my heart being torn

At first I felt numb and confused
It's as if my heart and brain refused
You were gone before we knew it
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun

Help us pray for our dearest and sweetest aunt
For her journey back to Allah to be easy and pleasant
May Almighty Allah dwell her in Jannatul Firdaus.
May Allah make us who's left behind strong in our lose...

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Honestly when I first heard the news, I felt... nothing. She was truly like a mother to us, she was not biologically my mother's sister but they treated each other like sisters.

I still remember the days when we were kids and I'd excitedly wait for weekends so we could spend our weekends with them.

Most says that when a person dies everyone always says something good about them, that we tend to remember only the good stuff but here's the truth.

Nobody is perfect, why dwell on the negatives? Yes. There are times she's really scary but we know it's because she cares. Her love was pure and I could never exchange her for anyone else.

She was more than an aunt I grew up with, she was my family. My first family.

It took me awhile to process that you're really gone... When I saw your kids my childhood friends crying, when I saw my Ome crying, when I saw Tito Abe crying... When I saw you being buried, it's all real. You will never come back to us.

May Allah grant you the highest peak of heaven. I truly, truly still can't believe it. It feels like something heavy is in my chest but I don't truly understand what I'm feeling.

I never got to see you again, I'm sorry we were a bit late. It was heartbreaking seeing you afar being buried. It was that time that it dawned on me, you're truly gone.

We miss you already. But, we know you are returning to Allah, this is our Qadr. May he forgive your shortcomings and sins.

You will never be forgotten as long as we live. I know you wouldn't be able to read this anymore and there's nothing this poem can do but still, I dedicate this to you Tita Ome.

I, we love you and thank you.

07.03.2021

I know it's not perfect but let me just let it all out please.