In and Out of Reality
Bismillaah
I was browsing, looking for new blogs on people’s links and I came across brother NaseehaMan’s blog. His blog, comics, posts are all still online but he isn’t: he is gone. It just suddenly ‘hit’ me that he is dead but at the same time I feel confused. I feel the exact same way when I think of my husband’s step father. I know he is gone but it’s weird. Did it really happen? Is Zuhayr still online because his posts are still there? Maybe he is too busy or is a bit sick again to update? Is Bill still there because his truck is still there? Maybe he is on another fishing trip?
Why do our minds do this to us? Sometimes I wake up and I remember all of the deaths that have taken place of people I know, people I don’t know and I feel like a stranger in my own body. Sometimes as I sit down and have a conversation with someone, I wonder if I really am there. I may close my eyes for a few seconds, and the minute that I open them, I feel as if I am dreaming and watching my dream as it takes place. Suddenly, I’ll snap out of it and I realize that I’m really there.
I remember asking my husband a few weeks after the death of his step father, did he really die? He looked at me with a strange look and I realized what I had just asked. I sat down on the edge of the bed and wondered why I felt as if it was all so unreal, even though it didn’t take much to remember that I knew very well that he passed because I saw him with my own eyes.
It isn’t that I’m questioning Allaah’s Decree at all but I simply forget that it took place. It’s a feeling that I don’t really like.
AnonyMouse wrote,
As-salaamu ‘alaikum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatu,
Subhan’Allah, I know exactly how you feel.
One of my friends’ brothers-in-law died… he actually went for ‘Umrah, then was going to a friend’s wedding in another country, when it happened.
This brother was also one of *my* brothers’ friends… he was really awesome with them, sort of like a big brother/ mentor… helped teach them Qur’an, hung out with them, stuff like that… and when he died, my youngest brother (who was around 4 or 5 at the time) just couldn’t absorb it - he was always asking, “When is R. coming back? When?” And we’d have to explain that he was gone forever, that he wasn’t coming back… :(
I had the same feeling when the husband of one of my mom’s friends died, of cancer. Subhan’Allah, it was so sudden: one day we were over at their house for lunch, the next we found out that he had cancer; then he went ‘back home’ and we recieved the news that he’d passed away.
Innaa lillaahi wa inna ilayhi raaji’oon…
Link | April 21st, 2007 at 7:46 pm