Tok Mak

In loving memory of Mardziah Bt Abdul Rahman

I lost my grandma yesterday (23rd July 2021). She fought Covid and cancer for over three months. She recovered from Covid just recently. But her time is up. Allah called her on the best day, in a blessed month — Friday in Zulhijjah.

Tok Mak was a blessed woman. The proof is that all of my family — her legacy — prayed five times a day. She would bring us together when we are busy with our lives. She would offer rewards to encourage us to find life partners.

Tok Mak loved karaoke. I remember her being upfront, inviting us to join her singing nasyids. Wishing that all of us had a good time whenever we gather.

“Sepohon kayu daunnya rimbun,
Lebat bunganya serta buahnya,
Walaupun hidup seribu tahun,
Kalau tak sembahyang apa gunanya?”

Glimpse memories of dad bringing us to visit Tok Mak on weekends hurt me. We would have dinner at a restaurant near an old apartment. We would have a good time and eat good food.

Tok Mak said that I’m handsome. I think she’s gorgeous. Her confidence motivates me. Her concern for her family inspires me. I hope she will find much more peace in her new life. The permanent life.

Two days before Tok Mak passed away, I dreamt of her. The dream happened before fajr. They say dreams near…