The diary game. A Day Marked by Loss, Prayers, and Compassion

Hello, dear friends! How is everyone doing? I hope you are all well and enjoying your time with your loved ones, no matter where you are. Today, I want to share another day of my life with you all. I hope you find some time to read my post and that you find it enjoyable enough to upvote.

Yesterday, after we had dinner, my brother received a call from his brother-in-law informing him that their grandmother had passed away due to a stroke. He was also requested not to share the news with his wife, as she is expecting and had not been feeling well for the past few days. This created a situation of concern, as we needed to be present for the last rites. It was already very late at night, and the cold temperature outside made it seem almost impossible to leave immediately.

After a while, his brother-in-law called again and informed us that the last rites would be performed the next day. This allowed us to stay at home and plan to leave very early in the morning. For that reason, all of us tried to wake up early. I performed the morning prayers at home and then got ready. We were careful not to let my sister-in-law realize that her grandmother had passed away, and we prepared very quietly. My brother told her to get ready to accompany him to her grandmother’s place to check on her health, as she had been ill for a few days.

We all got into my car and headed towards my brother-in-law’s house. On the way, my sister-in-law began to feel suspicious about why we were heading there. By then, she may have already sensed that something was wrong. While we were on our way, she received a call from someone who informed her that her grandmother had passed away. She broke down in tears, as she had been her favourite granddaughter, and being a very compassionate person, she could not control her emotions.

When we reached there, people were preparing the deceased for her last rites. According to Islamic practice, the body was given ablution before burial. It was time to bid farewell to the departed soul. After that, we went to the famous shrine of Sheikh Noor-ud-Din Rishi, located in Charar-e-Sharief, where the special funeral prayer (Namaaz-e-Janaza) was performed. A large number of people were present, as the announcement had already been made through loudspeakers. Many had gathered, as offering the funeral prayer is considered a pious act and is believed to be greatly rewarded by the Almighty.

After the prayers, we returned to the bereaved family and stayed with them for some time. It was around 5 PM when we decided to leave. We sat with them, shared their sorrow, and tried to console and support them during this difficult time. We reached home around the time of Maghrib prayers and offered the obligatory evening prayers at the mosque.

After returning from the mosque, I sat for a while near the electric blower, enjoying some warmth. Later in the evening, my mother asked me to go to the market to buy milk and some other grocery items. It was around 9:30 PM. We had dinner after that, and then I went to my room to sleep.

Thank you for going through my post. Have a great time ahead.