PART 4: VISITING SOMALIA
Hello world. Peace be upon you
all.
So last night we went to visit
my cousin's cousin (I know, a bit of a mouthful huh?). Her 6-year old daughter
was sick. For 2 days, the little girl had diarrhea and was vomiting everything
she ate or drank.
We went into her room to see
her. She was on a mattress on the floor shivering. When she saw us, she
whispered hello and weakly lifted her hand for us to shake, despite her frail
state. It was a strange sight to see her like that. Usually full of life and
energy and a great help to her mother around the house, my cousin's niece was
now quiet and aside from her shivering, lay still.
When we were leaving, I shook
her warm little hand and said, "Mac salaam, Illaahay ha ku caafiyo". Goodbye, and may God heal you.
She gave me a little smile and went to sleep.
When the family was eating
suhuur (meal eaten before dawn when fasting) her condition seemed to have
improved and she had the strength to go to the washroom all by herself. Shortly
after Fajr prayer, she was dead.
Her funeral was early this
morning and her family buried her on the beach. My little cousin, who was a
year younger than his cousin's daughter, kept bursting into tears whenever her
name was mentioned. God, I felt sick to my stomach. It was shocking and
difficult to take in. I had just seen her less than twenty-four hours ago - and
now she was dead.
One moment you're alive and
just living your life and the next moment you're dead. Some of us will know our
end is near. For others, it will come suddenly and unexpectedly. For each and
every one of us, our exact time of death is unknown.
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