This blog is all about my little sister, Asma, who lost her life in the battle against cancer on February 11, 2005 at the age of 12.

All About My Baby Sister, Asma

Feel free to pass this blog along to others, Insha'Allah. (To read the very first post/entry, click on "February 2005" under "Archives" and scroll all the way to the bottom and you should see the first entry). Please keep my parents and family in your dua'as. Jazak'Allah. May Allah reward all of you and keep you guys on the straight path. Ameen May Allah reunite us with Asma once again. Ameen

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Eid

Assalaamualaikum Warahmutallahi Wabarakatuh,

I was going to update this blog on Eid, but wasnt able to do because I have been sick. Actually, Im still sick, but felt like writing about Asma.

Before I go on, I just want to say Eid Mubarak to everyone and ask Allah to accept our fasts and worship during the blessed month of Ramadan. Ameen.

Anyways, this Eid was the first one without Asma. It was the first one ever since Asma passed away.

I couldnt help but to think about the previous Eids that we have had together as a family including Asma. Ever since she became ill, things werent ever the same.

Even though she would good days and bad days, ups and downs, the general trend of her health was going downwards. If you took a step back and looked at the bigger picture, you would see her health was slowly deteroiating.

There were so many factors that brought her health down. Besides cancer, the chemotherapy and various other drugs destroyed her health. Because her health was down, she felt weak most of the time.

However, despite all that, she still wanted to go to the Eid prayers with us. Even when she was frail and weak, she still wanted to go to the Eid prayers with us.

I remember her very first Eid after she was diagnosed with cancer. It was Eid-ul-Fitr on a cold, blustery day. Asma had been in the hospital for a few days now. She had been getting chemotherapy. Obviously, she couldnt leave the hospital.

That didnt stop her, though. She still insisted on having fun. See, to her, Eid meant new clothes, churiya (anyone know a better word for it in English? bracelets?), new shoes, mehendi (henna), hair done, eating sweets, getting gifts and money, and of course, having guests come over and meeting people. Thats what her Eid was all about.

So that day, even though she couldnt leave the hospital, she decided to have Eid at the hospital. She woke up early morning around 6:00 AM - 7:00 AM. Now, keep in mind that because of the chemotherapy and being constantly disturbed during the night, her sleeping routine had changed. During the night, the nurses would come and constantly check her temperature, draw blood, start new IVs, flush her lines, make her use the bathroom, give her medications orally, etc. Its a never-ending list.

She would finally get to sleep go to sleep in themorning after a long night. She would usually wake up anywhere between 3:00 PM - 6:00 PM. However, being awake all night along didnt stop her.

When she woke up early morning, my mom gave her a sponge bath. Asma was excited. She quickly put on her new dress. Asma literally looked like a princess. She was a doll. Her dress was very beautiful.

She had nail polish on along with colorful churiya on both her wrists. Her hair was beautifully done. She had also put on matching dress shoes. She was all set to go.

My father, my brother, my sister, and I all went to the Eid prayer. My mom was at the hospital with Asma. She spent each and every second with Asma at the hospital (May Allah reward my mom. Ameen).

As soon as we prayed, we quickly went home and got food for my mom and Asma. They hated hospital food. Asma couldnt even stand the sight of it.

Soon we were on our way to the hospital. It was about 30 miles away. It usually took us about 45 min to get there. We called them up at the hospital that we were on our way. Asma was very anxious and excited.

We finally got there. We parked the car and went inside. The childerens floor was on the second floow. So we usually took the elevator up. Asma's room was on the other side of the floor. We anxiously walked towards her room. She kept peeking out the door to see if we were coming.

My dad was the first one to enter. Subhana'Allah, her face was lit with joy and happiness. Allahu Akbar!

She was so happy and excited. We all embraced and hugged her. She would ask everyone if she looked pretty. lol She did indeed look pretty.

We sat and talked. We ate. The nurses and the volunteers had found out about our Eid. My father gave them dawah.

They felt bad that Asma couldnt go out for Eid. They decided to decorate her room with streamers and signs. She was excited. They gave her gifts as well.

Everyone was supposed to come see Asma. Asma had waited since the second she woke up. She was expecting all of our relatives to come see her. Nothing made her more happy than to see people come see her. She loved having company.

Well, time goes by. Second after second...Minute after minute...Hour after hour...NO ONE came. She had been up for about 10-14 hours all day long after getting little sleep the previous night. She finally told my parents she wanted to go to sleep. :'( Subhana'Allah that was so sad.

She was tired of waiting and didnt want to wait any longer. She gave up. She was tired and exhausted. I could tell she was hurt and sad inside.

We turned the lights off. She asked my dad to massage her head and put her to sleep. My parets were upset, hurt, sad. They were angry more than anything.

Finally, as Asma was falling asleep, one by one, all my relatives were walking in the room. They were afraid to come in. They were all guilty.

It was too late, however. Asma, after a long day, went to sleep. My mom started to cry. She was so hurt and sad. My father didnt say a word. He was just sitting there angry.

Asma kept sleeping. She didnt wake up. She was sad. She even had taken her clothes off and wore her clothes that she wore at the hospital. She took her churiya off too.

They all left soon. No one really said anything. They couldnt. The night came to an end. We all were pretty bummed out.

However, now that I think about it, Im so glad my family and I spent time with Asma on Eid that day. Alhamdulillah.

Nothing meant more to Asma than to spend time with her family (parents and siblings). :)

Last Eid-ul-Fitr, we were in Mexico for Asma's treatment. Asma wanted to come pretty bad and celebrate Eid with the whole family. She missed Aysha and my brothers.

She was sad. However, my dad's friends came over from Los Angeles, California. Its about 4-5 hours away from where we were. They brought over a whole bunch of GOOD food. Alhamdulillah.

They did ALL that just for Asma. It made her happy. She had been craving desi food with spices. lol Subhana'Allah.

May Allah reward my dad's friends. Ameen
May Allah reward my parents for everything they have done and are continuing to do. Ameen
May Allah reunite us with Asma again in the hereafter. Ameen
May Allah make us better Muslims and guide us to the straight path and keep us on it. Ameen
May Allah forgive us of all of our sins. Ameen
May Allah elevate Asma's status in Jannah to the highest. Ameen

Assalaamualaikum Warahmutallahi Wabarakatuh.

10 Comments:

  • At Wednesday, November 09, 2005 12:40:00 PM, Blogger Hijabi4Life said…

    churiyan: bangles
    :p

    SubhanAllah...these days it seems you can't even rely on your relatives. Ameen to your duaas.

     
  • At Wednesday, November 09, 2005 9:03:00 PM, Blogger psykomantium said…

    May Allah reward you for your efforts, and grant you and your family and loved ones shiffa, sabr, and Jannah. Ameen

     
  • At Wednesday, November 09, 2005 10:36:00 PM, Anonymous liya said…

    Ameen for your duas. Have been reading this blog for quite sometime now and can't stop. May Allah reward you & your family. Ameen.

     
  • At Friday, November 11, 2005 2:28:00 AM, Blogger Blue Rose said…

    Salam

    Just finished reading the whole blog. Took me a good two days to finish along with my studies.

    Just wanted to add that the word you were looking for was bangles. Churiya = bangles.

    Just keep making dua and pray. The only thing you can do for her. InshaAllah she is being well taken care of. After all, she is in the best Hands.

    Ma'assalama

     
  • At Friday, November 11, 2005 8:58:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    May Allah give Asma much better Eids in Jannah than any that can be celebrated on this earth. May he fill our hearts with love and make us all as patient as Asma was, inshaAllah

     
  • At Sunday, November 13, 2005 3:31:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    ASA,
    May Allah give you sabr and peace through this and elevate Asma's status in Jannah to the highest, inshAllah. As I read your blog, all I can do is cry. My son was diagnosed with cancer at 18 months,that was the worst day of my life. I can still remember it so clearly as if it were yesterday. Alhamdoulillah, he is now 4 years old and is cancer free. His treatment should end in December 2005, inshAllah. He now has other severe health issues due to the chemotherapy. It has been a long road for both my husband and myself. I don't know why he got cancer and will never know, all I can do is make duaa to Allah that he keeps his cancer free for the rest of his life. There were moments when the doctors said they didn't know if he would make it but that thought never crossed my mind for I had faith and prayed to Allah that whatever he does is for the best, regardless of what we think is best. There is nothing that we can do but pray and leave it up to Allah, it is not in our control. When I look at my son I see innocence, strength, courage, peace and love. I can learn many things form my little boy. His name is Mujahid, ironic isn't it?

     
  • At Sunday, November 13, 2005 7:00:00 PM, Blogger AllAboutAsma said…

    To anonymous:

    I usually dont reply to comments on here (unless Im emailed) simply because it would be difficult to reply to everyone on here. However, after reading about your son Mujahid, it made me sad to learn that he has other health issues as a result of chemotherapy. I know some of the complications that can occur as a result of chemotherapy as I have seen Asma in the same situation.

    If you wish, I can give you and your husband some information regarding cancer and the complications. Let me know, Insha'Allah. My email is haq_omar@hotmaiol.com.

    May Allah give Mujahid complete shiffa and sabr. Ameen

    May Allah give you and your husband sabr. Ameen

    May Allah reward you and your husband for the patience and faith that you kept in Him. Ameen

    Assalaamualaikum

     
  • At Wednesday, November 16, 2005 4:06:00 AM, Anonymous sadi said…

    churiyan= bangles...

    Everytime you write something about Asma...SubhanAllah she had so much faith and courage its amazing...SubhanAllah

    May Allah grant her jannah,
    May Allah give you and your family sabr, May Allah reunite you on tje day of judgement, May Allah reward you, your parents and your dads friends for being there for Asma.
    Ameen

     
  • At Friday, November 18, 2005 6:51:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    i cant stop crying

     
  • At Friday, October 17, 2008 7:09:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    ok i guess by now u know churiyan is bangles but im not desi and i knew that :)awww i bet her wrists looked so pretty .i love her picture on your blog with her little pose.its so adorable .

    sometimes people feel emotionally unfit to visit at hospitals.like my sister cant go into a hospital even if it was one of our parents being treated.she panics from the mere smell but i always wanted to work in hospitals and i always wanted to do volunteer work with the kids.i think they're called like candy stripers (has nothing to do with candy).but to swallow all that and make effort to make someone happy is all worth it,imagine how happy it would have made me if she was waiting for me and i just saw her smile.angelic ,i wanna be her friend in jannah

     

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