The Last Heartbeat

Death is not easy to anyone, nor will it ever be. No matter at what age you are, and what you have achieve in life, death is the one reminder that you have your roots to hold on to, and so that you will never ever forget where you come from, and where you will someday be.

It does not matter if it is a news from someone close to you, or someone you hardly know. Or even if everyday you live your life dealing with it, you will never ever be strong enough to take it all in and say, I'm okay. Even if it is expected, what more when it is not.

Today, again, I witness death before my eyes. I realize that this line of profession that I choose will make people look and me and say, 'don't you expect that to happen?' Expecting and accepting are two different words, and different meaning.

I still remember the first time I saw the final moments of a little boy alive. And today, it was a girl. Though the scenario was different - there were screams and cries everywhere during the last one, this one was calmer - but the impact it had on me was still the same. Shaken, I was.

And there wasn't a single dry eye at the scene after the incident.

I pray that the little girl will be in Jannah, waiting for her mama who had patiently raised her up, despite her known condition. May Allah bless her soul, and her parents as well.

Al-Fatihah.