Garuda airplane Jeddah-Jakarta landed at 8:45 am local time. Nine hours and 11 minutes journey to Jakarta was felt very long. Wednesday night I headed to Indonesia after heard that my mother conditions was getting worse. Usually I call my mother almost every day, but last days I could not communicate with her anymore because she was not able to speak. Her unusual behaviour in hospital made me feel uncomfortable. Moreover, my mother caretaker told my brother that my mother several times called my name and my youngest daughter, because I had promised to come to see her soon. My mother asked why I have not come yet.
My youngest daughter suddenly fever a few days before travelling
. This made me almost postponed my trip to Indonesia. But the day before our flight schedule, my little girl had no fever anymore. Alhamdulillah…
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Arrived in Jakarta, Thursday morning, I did not dare to call my sister because I was not ready to receive any bad news. We (with my husband and my daughter) intended to advance the schedule departure to Yogyakarta, a small town that still must be taken within 50 minutes fly from Jakarta. The earliest tickets can be obtained was at 11.30 am. Check in planes for 10 am flight had been closed. Once we were boarding in the plane, we had to wait for take-off until nearly an hour long because of the aircraft traffic at that time. So we arrived in Yogyakarta at about 1.30pm. My family driver was ready to pick us up at the airport and took us immediately to the Hospital.
Arrived at the hospital, we walked quickly toward the room where my mother cared for. In front of the room, I saw my mother’s friends had gathered and waited outside. Perhaps because of my mother’s condition, we might not allow them to enter the room. Thumping, I opened the door …. and O Allah … I looked my mother was so thin with feeding tubes and oxygen hose attached to her face. Breathe one by one with difficulty and her eyes closed. I kissed her forehead, cheeks, and hands many times. Whispered near her ear that my daughter, my husband, and I had come … apologize to her, thanks to her, and said that I was whole-hearted. I kissed her hand again and was unable to stop my tears to flow endlessly.
Did not want to waste so much time I rushed to the bathroom and performed ablutions. Following Dhuhur and Asr prayer I sat down at her side to recite verses of the Quran while held her hand. Later I saw she moved her arms and legs, wiped, rubbed the back of her hand. My brothers, sister, and I whispered words of Allah … Astaghfirullah… Asyhadu an laa … ila ha illa Allah wa asyhadu anna Muhammadan Rasulullah … Laa ila ha illa Allah … It was surprise, my mother who was not so conscious able of saying Allah….Laa ilaha illa Allah … while my sister said my mother had been sleeping since the night before. The last time when I was on the way to Indonesia, my mother was conscious for a few minutes and hugged her children one by one, wrote down some of her last desire such as to be prayed in the mosque, wanted to meet with her ustadz, to apologize to the entire family, and reminds us that we should be harmonious…
Early Friday morning when my brother and I who had a turn to read the Qur’an, I saw my mother had been increasingly difficult breathing, her blood pressure dropped and finally could not be read …The nurse was immediately summoned another nurse to take medical machine…
We all were waiting, thumping, and keeping whispered words laa ilaha illallah…Promptly at 3 am she was pronounced dead….innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun…Allahummaghfirlaha warhamha wa ‘afiha wa’fu anha..
O Allah, accept her good deeds, please forgive her sins, put my late mother into your Heaven …Although it was only 12 hours I could accompany my mother before she left, but Allah answered my prayer, to talk and see her…
Good-bye mother .. insha Allah we will meet again someday in heaven ..
He will say, “You stayed not but a little — if only you had known
Then did you think that We created you uselessly and that to Us you would not be returned?
(Quran Surah 23: 114-115)
