The passing of Mak, my grandma from mom's side.

My oldest sister told everyone in the siblings' WhatsApp group that Mak was sick on Friday, February 2nd. She had been staying at Ucu's house since Tuesday, when Mak Long had to leave her there in Ucu's care because she had to go somewhere for a kenduri, and it happened suddenly. Later on at her place, I found out this indirectly. Mak became ill and was taken back to Mak Long's residence. She refused food and liquids, which made her condition worse. 

Mak Long took her to a clinic on Friday night, where she received an IV drip. She was diagnosed with fluid in her lung at that time. And then they took her home. My sister, Kak Na, and I had already made plans to visit Mak in the south. I had to acknowledge that, deep down, I was already feeling incredibly bad about not seeing her more often. Our bond goes way back to when I studied in UTM.

When we got at Mak Long's, she was really weak. Later, we found out that earlier that morning, Mak had also fallen in the toilet by herself. Mak would ask for people to massage her thigh, which I assume she felt quite numb from spending the entire day lying in the lower bunk bed in the bedroom. The whole scene felt so disheartening.

Mak Long and Aunty Ngah were discussing to take Mak to Aunty Uda's as Mak Long couldn't handle properly anymore at that time, given that she couldn't more her limbs anymore along the idea to send her to the hospital. Ucu opposed that idea, causing everyone to feel so stressed out. And Mak, she didn't want to go anywhere at that point. Aunty Ngah attended to her patiently as Mak needed to be fed with something to regain strength, the least was to do - she fed her with glucose water as she was experiencing hypoglycemia. Minutes later, she became somewhat alert and could joke with Aunty Sent 😭. 

To our dismay, not very long after that suddenly Mak's condition worsened again. Kak Na instantly realised of what could signify from how she was behaving. Aunty Ngah was there too. They discovered Mak had defecated and worked together to clean her up. At that point we knew that this was not a good sign. Consequently, they got so worried and started to call for an ambulance. 

As we waited for the ambulance, Mak began to have severe breathing problems and stopped talking to us. Kak Na began teaching her Syahadah at that same moment. In the hopes she would wake up, everyone flooded her room and tried calling her. I was staring at a horrifying and depressing scene. She was still having trouble breathing, and she was not responding to any of us.

At 3.25 p.m., Mak finally gave in and left the world permanently, but very peacefully. She was 84 years old and was a very loving mom and grandma to all of us. May Allah SWT pardon all her sins and place her soul among the solihins. Al Fatihah. 

Me with Mak in 2018. I love you.