The diary game. A Friday Marked by Loss, Faith, and Quiet Reflections
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.
As of yesterday, we lost the wife of one of my grandfather’s friends—someone who was more like a family member to us. We had always shared warm relations with the family, and her passing felt like a personal loss. It was therefore important for us to be there, to share their sorrow and stand by them in this difficult time.
They live in an adjacent village, about 2 km from here, so I had to visit them today. It was Friday as well. I woke up very early, and only after offering my prayers, completing some applications, and having breakfast did I move towards that village. My maternal uncles called me to inform me that they were also heading to the same place and were already ahead of me. They waited for some time, and then I accompanied them to the deceased’s home.
According to our religion, it is obligatory to pay our condolences at the deceased’s house for three days after death. After that, normal day-to-day life resumes. Because of this, many people come during the first three days, and there was already a good number of people sitting beside the deceased’s son and her husband. Her husband, who is very old and a childhood friend of my grandfather, stays in a separate room and hardly moves due to his age.
We paid our attendance, made collective supplications, and stayed there for some time to comfort and console the family. After that, we went to meet the deceased’s husband. He is a great soul. Even after losing his life partner, he did not appear overwhelmed by grief. Being a sensible and deeply pious person, he instead comforted others by sharing the philosophy of life and death as taught by Islam. He understands well how our religion guides us to accept these realities of life. Though he must be feeling the profound loss of a partner of 67 years, he remained strong in this moment of sorrow and encouraged his son, who had broken down due to the sudden passing of his mother.
As it was Friday and we had to offer the congregational prayers, we returned to our village before the prayer began. After reaching home, I purified myself by performing ablution and then headed towards the grand mosque of the village. Since I had been out for some time, I was a little late, but I was still able to pray along with the community.
After returning home, I felt hungry, and once I had lunch, I went outside to watch some boys enjoying skating on the snowy slopes of the hills just opposite our house. Watching them brought back memories of my childhood, recalling moments I will never forget, when I used to enjoy similar activities during snowfall.
Later, I noticed my cousins had started making a mini igloo and were quite excited about it. Seeing their happiness made me happy too. One of my cousins, who had been bored from staying indoors for long, was now enjoying time outside in the snow. I helped them by covering the igloo with more snow. After clicking a few photographs and spending some joyful moments with them, I went back inside, taking all my cousins along, as it was time for tea, as per our culture.
In the evening, I visited the market, where I got a chance to meet a few of my friends who usually gather at a friend’s shop in the main market of the village. That place often becomes our meeting point. After returning from the market, I had my dinner. Going through social media for a while has now become part of my routine, and staying away from it feels quite difficult. I finally went to sleep very late, around 12:30 AM.
Thank you for going through my post. Have a great time ahead.