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

Friday, February 27, 2009

"If there is one last wish that I can make..."

Assalaamualaikum Warahmutallah,

May this reach you all in the best of health and Emaan. Ameen

Yes, I'm finally updating this blog again. I have quite a bit going on right now and have been so busy. Updating this blog has been on my mind always, but here I am Alhamdulillah.

So, something came to my mind all of a sudden. I'm not so sure if I have shared this, but this is something that brings mixed emotions.

Couple months before Asma passed away, we were in Mexico for her treatment in hopes of defeating the cancer that was starting to take over her. We were there for over than a month or so. During that time, one of the patients that had come in was an elderly man who was accompanied by his wife. Couple days later, his son and daughter-in-law stopped by as well.

The elderly patient's room was right across from Asma's room. At first, he seemed to be doing well and nothing appeared to be wrong. However, a few days later, he seemed to have a serious case of abdominal swelling. My family and I had a pretty good idea that his time would be up soon.

As he started to get weak and the swelling was increasing, he said something which I still remember to this day. My parents were there as well along with the man's wife. Asma had won not only his heart, but the hearts of all the patients that were there. Asma was the youngest of them all. She was known as the little baby there.

No matter who it was or where they were from, they would buy Asma gifts. In fact, another couple had told their mother about Asma. The mother who lived in another state had knitted a pair of mittens, skull cap, a muffler, and a blanket. We were actually shocked to get it in the mail after we had come home from Mexico. Asma wore them during her last days.

Anyhow, the elderly man said something which I will never forget. He said, "If there is one last wish that I can make, it would be that God saves that beautiful young girl across the room instead of me."

Everytime I think this, I get mixed emotions. I get mixed emotions because of what he said about Asma. It makes me happy to think that Asma was loved by everyone. But it also makes me sad to think how he had died a disbeliever.

Asma's smile keeps flashing in my mind. Wish I can see it one more time...

May Allah elevate the status of Asma and grant her Jannatul Firdaus. Ameen
May Allah bless my parents and ease their pain. Ameen
May Allah reward my parents and give them happiness and take away their pain. Ameen
May Allah make us all better Muslims and allow us to die in the state of Islam. Ameen

WasSalaamualaikum Warahmutallah