it has been a week now, since Allah took you away. to a better place, insha Allah. I know you're a good man. what i liked and still like, is the tranquility you have in you. and that exudes into all corners of our house when you recite the quran. Some prayers for us, some prayers for the house, some prayers for you. I woke up to that everyday.

My grandmother still talks about him. She recounted the last days of atok and how he spent it. He kept to himself most of the time. Didnt talk much; my grandad was not one who participated in idle talk. One moment that still stays fresh in my grandma's memory was when he asked for her forgiveness, asked for her to pardon the times he troubled her, thanked her the times she took care of him. casually and randomly, a few days before his death. It did not occur to her that hes going to leave. and there was a time when my grandma looked at him, and there was this light illuminating his face. like she had never noticed it before.

their love story is one i hope for, constantly. a partner i can look after, a guide to look after me when i turn old and feeble.

Allah took him in his prime years, when he had time to himself to repent, recite the quran as much as he can, and soothes my heart with it. im in love with him. I remember the days after that. A few days, maybe 3 or 4 where I didn't even find talking to abil would do much help. I kept to myself too.