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, March 26, 2008

Patience: Asma vs Me

Assalaamualaikum Warahmutallah,

I have been really sick lately - don't know why or what it is. Insha'Allah it is an expiation for all my sins.

Anyway, most of the time I would spend in bed resting because I am completely drained. I have nothing in me. Whenever I am downstairs, I would use the bed that Asma used when she was ill. It was the same bed that she was on when she passed away.

As I was there on her bed, staring at the ceiling, I started to think about Asma.

"How did she do it?"

"What got her through it?"

All these 'What' and 'How' questions started to go through my mind. Here I am in bed for a short period of time (like days) and I am already complaining. I am already wondering why am I in this pain and how long will it last for - and it only has been days!

Compare that to Asma who has been bed-ridden for almost three years straight! Not once did she complain. Not once did she ever become disgruntled or frustrated with us.

It had gotten to the point where the skin on her back started to peel because she had developed bed sores all over. Despite all that she never displayed any form of frustration or ill feelings towards anything or anyone.

My back has been starting to hurt constantly and feels very sore. How is it that she was bed-ridden for three years and didn't feel it? Or did she? I don't think anyone knows she never complained.

I'm constantly learning from her even three years after she had passed away. One of the things that I have learnt is patience. I have been in the same room as her where she would scream at the top of her lungs (I'm going to write about this soon in the future Insha'Allah) waking up the whole hospital floor. She has taken so much pain. She has been patient and not once did she ever lose hope or complain. If anything, she always asked Allah to forgive her for any wrongdoing she has done. :'( That always makes me cry.

So if a little girl like her can do that, why not me? How is it that she went through so many trials/pain and remained patient until the very end, but here I am sick and in pain for a short amount of time, already frustrated and wondering why am I like this.

May Allah elevate her status in Jannah. Ameen
May Allah reunite us with Asma once again. Ameen
May Allah take our souls as Believers. Ameen
May Allah make our sicknesses as a means of expiation of our sins. Ameen
May Allah reward my parents immensely. Ameen

WasSalaamualaikum Warahmutallah.

Sunday, March 02, 2008


Assalaamualaikum Warahmutallah,

For one of my classes, I had to go to the zoo today to observe the behavior of the animals - including the animal I'm doing my research on for my grant proposal.

Quite frankly, the only reason why I went was because I had to. As I mentioned to my mother, I really did not want to go.

Why? Well, because it reminded me of Asma.

Asma loved to go to the zoo. She loved animals from rabbits to lions to elephants. I remember when she was younger, she would actually chase the rabbits in our backyard. She would run around chasing them thinking she would actually capture one. It was quite amusing to say the least.

There were many moments during my time at the zoo where Asma would pop into my mind out of nowhere. Instead of doing what I needed to do, I would just start day dreaming of Asma and how she loved animals and loved to be at the zoo. Then all of a sudden I'd snap out of it and continue on with my work. This would happen quite often.

She would have loved the animals that I saw today. I think she would have loved the polar bear and the dolphins the most.

She had a natural soft spot for animals. She pretty much found everything cute. lol

If we were watching a show on animals or if she saw an animal outside, she would start saying 'Awwwww!' or 'Awww its sooooo cute!'

I'd just turn my head towards and give her this 'Uhh, you're strange' look. She would just start laughing- sometimes hysterically.

Good times. Alhamdulillah I was able to have good times with her. They have become memories now.

But at the same, those memories make me sad. They made me sad today at the zoo. As a result, I quickly did my work and left as I did not want to stay any longer. It was getting a bit too much for me towards the end. I wasn't really into the animals anymore.

May Allah bless her Soul. Ameen
May Allah reunite us once again with Asma. Ameen
May Allah make us better Muslims and take our Souls in the state of Islam. Ameen
May Allah protect us all. Ameen
May Allah reward my parents for what they have endured. Ameen
May Allah give them and us all sabr. Ameen

WasSalaamualaikum Warahmutallah.