I rely very strongly on my parents blessings. It's like fuel that keeps me alive and kicking and what they say often has a major influence on me. Be it decisions or in the process of planning. I've always believed that if I went against them, non of what I plan for after (that day I decide to go against them) will succeed smooth sailing-ly. One by one would just start failing.
Everyone will eventually go some day. One day. One fine (or not) day which we don't know when, or how. It's something so unpredictable, something so unexpected sometimes. At times.
It's been a few days now since the news of Sosilawati, her Driver, her personal Lawyer and her Banker went missing after they went for a 3 days business trip to Banting. Unfortunately, they never came back. Instead, they were killed in the most inhuman manner possible!
Even more unfortunate that that Banker is my fellow colleague - my fellow banker - our very own Branch Manager and Personal Financial Consultant. It's not a surprise that when I stepped into the office today, "Noorhisham and Suzana" were the names that was mentioned continuously, and that was when I found out that his wife is also serving our Bank in the same building that I am working at. Coincidence much? Anyway, what caught my attention the most was the fact that they still have very young school going children, and these innocent children are still confused about their missing dad. They've all chosen not to believe the news just yet until a 'black and white' is produced. I only always hear these kind of news in the media. Until one day it happens to someone close to me - it just feels so surreal.
I couldn't help it but to stop to think and wonder what it was like to be in their shoes. His children's shoes. I was close to tears just thinking about it. What more when their dad went missing during Raya in the most unacceptable, most unexpected way and it gives me the goosebumps when I type his name on our staff finder tab, and it's clearly still there. It creates a crazy murdering thought in my head. I cannot even begin to imagine it. I know though that one day I will need to let go, one day when the time will come. But I think I'm not prepared yet. Not even prepared for the thought of it. Not yet. Never will.
However, I will never know WHEN, will I?
So, at that moment of time, I immediately picked up my phone and contacted both my parents and asked for forgiveness. I know Raya has just passed, and I've asked for forgiveness from them, but it's always best to be at the 0-0 mark everyday if not every hour, wouldn't you agree? :) When their replies came in, it just gave me a great sense of comfort and peace knowing that my parents are happy.
My 24 hours supporter and life line
To the police force, public and many caring people around, I personally think they have done an amazing job working throughout the Raya festive season. To the family of the deceased, especially Noorhisham and Suzana, you will always be in our prayers. Al-Fatihah.
I hope the authorities will punish the murderers uncaringly - for what they've done was just beyond what is acceptable. They're filthy animlas!
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