keep calm and carry on :)

I don't know, whether the janazah have the idea that he/she wouldn't be able to complete 30-days of Ramadhan. I don't know whether I have the opportunity as well. Or if this is my last Ramadhan.

We finished prayer, and the janazah was taken out by the men. I heard sobs and tears, his/her family members were crying behind me. Witnessing the scene from 'outside', I reflected on how weak us human beings. When Allah decides to take things away we don't have any say at all, helpless. Heart ached as I saw my sisters crying, I feel like giving them a hug but that sounds too random. I prayed for them instead.

Reminds me of the poem we learnt back in school. Its not the opposite house though, its in home.

There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as today.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.

The neighbours rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;

Somebody flings a mattress out, -
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that, -
I used to when a boy.

The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign, -
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.