More Than A Stepmom, A Mother: Reflecting On The Loss of Hajiya Khadijad Yadi
~~ Ahman Makams
The passing of Hajiya Khadijad Yadi, my stepmother, has left an irreplaceable void. This past week has been a blur of grief and sorrow, slowing my work and leaving me emotionally drained. Yet, amidst the profound sadness, I find solace remembering her.
From my childhood, Hajiya Yadi was more than a stepmother; she was my mother. Our shared jokes and laughter are cherished memories. Even in her final moments, her spirit shone. Visiting her in the hospital, she reached for my hand; we shared a comforting moment, this time without words, in our peculiar mix of languages. She held my hand for five minutes, a precious last embrace before the doctors moved her. She fell asleep shortly after; that was the last time I saw her.
The irony: I left her bedside to help prepare for my youngest brother Ismail's wedding the next day, Ismail, Hajiya Yadi's last-born. The wedding's joy was tinged with unspoken anxiety, that was shattered by the devastating news: Hajiya Yadi had passed away. The same day Ismail got married.
The shock and grief were overwhelming. I can now begin to pick up the pieces, return to my duties, though her absence remains painful. She will be remembered for her kindness, humor, and strength and for her love towards me for so many years that can't be forgotten. Thank you YADI.
May Allah (SWT) grant Hajiya Yadi Aljannah Firdausi, illuminate her grave, and grant us strength. Till we meet again, In Shaa Allah.
Aameen Ya Rabbi
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