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Epilogue

The vigil is over.

 

From Him we come, and to Him we return.

 

Al-Fatihah for my late grandmother.

May Allah take her soul into His care...

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Missus A said…
my condolences to you family...
may allah bless her soul, amin
August 13, 2008 at 4:44 PM
Pearl Wong-Tey said…
my condolences to your family... Allah loves your gramps more and she is in a better place
August 13, 2008 at 7:37 PM
affendik? said…
i'm sorry for your loss, sir
my condolences to your family
HE just loves her more...
August 14, 2008 at 1:35 PM
azie said…
my deepest condolences to u n ur family sir.
August 15, 2008 at 12:21 AM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
Thank you all...
Your kind thoughts and well-wishes mean the world to us.
August 15, 2008 at 3:23 PM
nadya.s said…
alfatihah and may your grandother rest in peace, allah love her more and she's in better place insyaAllah.

i think i uderstand ur feeling caring for ur grandma @ hospital. i didnt that few time, and the longest was last january. but shes well now, alhamdulillah.

my condolences again.

thanks for stopping by at my blog and my mission to improve my surah reciting is just a small gesture that need patience & practice. sometimes we tent to forget the small things yea? thank you again.
August 16, 2008 at 5:09 PM
Ailin in Aalborg said…
I'm with you dear.

/ailin
August 17, 2008 at 5:27 AM
A t i Q a h said…
Sorry to hear that.
Alfatihah.
August 18, 2008 at 5:24 PM
Greg Wee said…
Hi Abdullah. So sorry to hear that. My condolences. From Him we come, and to Him we return. Amen to that.
August 21, 2008 at 2:03 AM
Yana Ismail said…
My condolences to your Family Sir..

Al-fatihah...
August 21, 2008 at 4:58 PM
Ailin in Aalborg said…
Assalamualaikum Abdullah,

Just wanna let you know, I am here.

/ailin
August 27, 2008 at 7:40 PM
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