The Day I Lost My Grandfather

My name is Hudayfi Mohamed Isse, and I want to share the story of my grandfather, Isse, who passed away on August 10, 2021. That day, I was preparing for a crucial job exam in another city, unaware of the profound loss that awaited me.

For the past 20 days, my grandfather had been ill, but he remained hopeful. On the morning of his death, I had visited him. As I was about to leave for my exam, he held my hands and prayed for my success. His voice was strong, filled with love and encouragement. I can still remember his kind words, urging me to focus and do my best. That was the last moment we shared.

As I traveled, I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety about my exam. However, around 11:00 AM, my sister Rahma called. Her voice was filled with grief as she told me our grandfather had passed away. I was shocked, unable to process the news. "I can't trust this," I replied, but she assured me it was true.

Moments later, I saw notifications on Facebook. Friends were posting about my grandfather's death, and the reality hit me like a wave. I felt a deep sorrow, knowing I was miles away from him in his final moments.

I remembered his prayers, especially how he used to lead the morning prayer with such devotion. Those memories were bittersweet; they brought comfort but also reminded me of the void he left behind. 

Living in the countryside, my grandfather was a pillar of strength for our family. Every two months, I would visit him, cherishing our time together. Now, I was left with memories and prayers for his soul.

As I reflect on that day, I hold onto the hope that he is at peace. May Allah have mercy on him, and may I always strive to make him proud.