My best friend is my Ammi

Zeenath has to be prepared to meet her creater

Everyone copes with death differently, some cry for the loss while others smile because they know they are in a better place(with Him)
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I was speechless! i turned my eyes to the body that had once held my mother's soul! I had a mixed feeling....

For a moment i felt her presence, i ran my fingers over her handwriting feeling each letter touch my skin, it was tiny yet symmetrical.. i felt positively warm..for a moment I felt I was bestowed with all the treasures of the worlds!

   On spur of a moment, somebody shook me vigorously taking me  from a place filled only with my mother's warmth and memories to a place she was no more.

That somebody was my aunt, Amina, she was the closest thing i had after my parents.

She gave me the most grieved expression that her features could ever make, her eyes were swollen her nose was red, she had been crying bitterly.

she embraced me tightly,i held her tighter, i could not console her telling that everything was going to be okay because even i couldn't assure myself..

Then she told me with her soft voice that now could barely be heard,"Zeba, zeenath needs to be bathed and be prepared for the burial"

All the colour on my face seemed to drain, every speck of joy and warmth i felt moments ago was snatched away from me... but i remembered what our prophet mohammed (pbuh) had said which was narrated by Talha ibn al-Barraa: 

"he should be buried quickly because it is better that the dead body of a Muslim be buried quickly rather than let it rot in front of its loved ones . He also said that, indeed the death of loved one is a matter of great sorrow, but when this sorrow turns into wailing it weakens the Muslim's faith in the wisdom and the mercy of God."

Our prophets words gave me a little strength. I kept those five treasures in a bag along with the clothes i wore the past week when i had stayed with mom.

It was time to prepare my mother to meet her creater!!