Today, 16 July 2012, I was performing Zohor prayers with my husband (solat jemaah). When we completed, he had a message on his mobile and picked up his phone to check if anyone was looking for him. It was a sad message that Mak De passed away at 1 pm at the General Hospital in Kota Bharu (GHKB). My husband understood the message well - we had to go and help. I said to my husband to go back to his workplace first and finish off his job there, then clock out and we'll go to Tanah Merah to attend to Mak De's funeral. When my husband returned at 5pm, I was just through my solat Asar. My husband had light snack and made my evening cup of milk for me. As I was packing to leave home, I gave instructions to my elder daughter to pick up my youngest daughter who was still at school and would only finished school at 6.15pm. Since it would take 1 hour to drive from Kubang Kerian to Tanah Merah, my husband and I had to leave home before 6pm, and reach Tanah Merah before dark. Then we left. I didn't like the idea of leaving home without seeing my youngest daughter who was still in school. We waited for my husband to finish his call to Bank Islam KL and then we had to leave for Tanah Merah. This time the journey was quiet and I was unhappy. I had also forgotten to bring along my prayer mat and clothes. I was totally upset. We usually played a CD for this 1-hour trip but not today. I was not in a mood to listen to any songs. I was saddened by Mak De's sudden demise. Mak De suffered from diabetes and had her left leg amputated below the knee. She was apparently well after that but went to ICU and passed away there. She had complained of difficulty breathing and was put on a respirator but she passed away in the ICU.
When we reached Mak De's house at about 7 pm, she was no longer there as her remains were already transferred to 'masjid besar', the main mosque in Tanah Merah. Affandi talked to Mak De's kids and talked to the eldest son, Badrul. We then left so my husband could drop me at my parent's in-law's place.
At the sound of Azan, my husband, his father, his sister's family all left to go to the main mosque to perform solat Maghrib. Then the men sat down to read the Quran for Mak De. They then performed solat jenazah before her remains were brought to the graveyard near her home. My husband, Mak De's eldest son and another son went down in the grave hole (liang lahad) to receive her remains. Her youngest daughter waited above ground to observe the burial process. That done, my husband returned to his parent's home to pick me up to go home.
I had dinner before my husband returned from the burial ground. When he arrived, there were many people at his parent's house. I was attending to a couple with 5 kids from Padang Tembak. The father of the family, whom I called Li, was telling me stories about his encounter with is classmates, some of whom are doctors where I work. My husband stepped inside the house but he was drenched in his own sweat. He had to take a bath and then we could perform solat Isya' together. My father-in-law joined us and the 3 of us prayed together. He sat on his little portable blue chair while my husband and I stood on our prayer mats. Then my husband had dinner and I accompanied him as I had already eaten. But I had jackfruit (nangka) and durian. Li opened a lot of durians for me to try.