Al-Fatehah
In memory of my late grandmother
Hajjah Rubiah Bte Abdul Ghafoor (Nek Bee)
In memory of my late grandmother
Hajjah Rubiah Bte Abdul Ghafoor (Nek Bee)
05 December 1993
after all these years, somehow i realise; i was the jewel in your eyes. you always prefered me over my other cousins. and i grew to find comfort in subtle love.
i grew to find peace in your room, cuddling under your arms to sleep. musty, lingering with the fragrance of potent Axe Oil.
i used to stare at your face, secretly at nights, when my eyes could not rest as the moonlight evaded the space. somehow, i knew you knew. and comfort grew from there.
i grew to find comfort on slippery bathroom floor, holding on to your hands, as you lather me with vigor and made sure i came out squeaky clean. i remembered playing bubble foams all over your hands.
i grew to find comfort in the plate of rice & sambal udang you would feed me, you sitting in front of the tv and me running around to chew my food before returing for another round.
i grew to find comfort as you smother warm towel on my blemished body, everyday whenever i had cold flu.
i grew and found comfort in your night lullaby and ghost stories.
i grow to find comfort...
nenek, fei-zal tak nyanyi kat dalam bilik air lagi... fei-zal pun dah tak minum air sampai habis makan nasi kat pinggan...
my only regret is not to have captured you in pictures.
you are my expression of solitude, a remembrance of how i started. in the early times of vulnerablity, you carried me in your arms.
and i need you to know that my prayers will support you to your final resting place.
after all these years, somehow i realise; i was the jewel in your eyes. you always prefered me over my other cousins. and i grew to find comfort in subtle love.
i grew to find peace in your room, cuddling under your arms to sleep. musty, lingering with the fragrance of potent Axe Oil.
i used to stare at your face, secretly at nights, when my eyes could not rest as the moonlight evaded the space. somehow, i knew you knew. and comfort grew from there.
i grew to find comfort on slippery bathroom floor, holding on to your hands, as you lather me with vigor and made sure i came out squeaky clean. i remembered playing bubble foams all over your hands.
i grew to find comfort in the plate of rice & sambal udang you would feed me, you sitting in front of the tv and me running around to chew my food before returing for another round.
i grew to find comfort as you smother warm towel on my blemished body, everyday whenever i had cold flu.
i grew and found comfort in your night lullaby and ghost stories.
i grow to find comfort...
nenek, fei-zal tak nyanyi kat dalam bilik air lagi... fei-zal pun dah tak minum air sampai habis makan nasi kat pinggan...
my only regret is not to have captured you in pictures.
you are my expression of solitude, a remembrance of how i started. in the early times of vulnerablity, you carried me in your arms.
and i need you to know that my prayers will support you to your final resting place.
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