19.9.2009.
( In Memory of Siti Zubaidah whom I first met five days ago. )
'Twas only Sunday last
You came calling, your first, and alas,
Your very last !
Breaking the precious Fast
My daughter's friend.
Tiny and shy, suddenly facing the Big Bad World
Could you, would you, brave girl ?
So small and fragile
Must you ?
Siti Zubaidah - 'tis lilting and so, oh demure
That ole lyrical poem of the Malay Princess
I remember, too many years ago
When I, a mere child, laid engrossed
On the Hikayat
Of time that went by.
Now this Holy Friday
This Blessed Ramadhan
How cruel the Hands of Fate
That wrest the blooming bud
Who sat at the Breakfast table just five days ago
The Princess so fragile -
And Siti is now gone forever
Called by her Maker
So soon, so fast.
My daughter's friend, small and fragile
Takes her eternal leave
Just staying that briefest of visit to my house
To her Big Bad World
Leaving forever loved ones - kith and kin
And a nostalgic old man, a new friend,
Each pained, that midnight vigil
Shedding a tear.
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2 comments:
dear en zainal,
stopped by to wish you & yours an eid mubarrak!
sorry to stumble upon a sad moment.
Al-Fatihah for arwah siti zubaibah, your daughter's friend.
May the first of Syawal bring Good Tidings to you and your loved ones, dear Visitor. Love them all you can, while you can. We are all passers by, and so very briefly, in this unlasting world.
Siti Zubaidah was 25. She had just started at the Attorney-General's Chambers as a DPP. She was going home to Manjung for the Aidilfitri, taking her first pay and her brand-new 3-day old first car to show to her mother.
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