I went inside the room to clean up. But I couldn't. It came back and I started crying. There I was looking at the things he left behind. The pills. The pictures. The suffering. The secrets. The unfinished business. The world.
I was in his little world.
There were kind words given, for patience and strength. The most comforting one was from a friend, he wrote, as the malays would say "kembali ke rahmatullah". And it means precisely that, kembali ke rahmat Allah, for He is the most exalted in power and all things good.
I have had dreams about him, all of which made me feel somewhat relieved upon waking up. They were all peaceful, and may Abah, rest in peace.
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