Last weekend, I've spent my time at a wedding of my husband's cousin. Yesterday, attending a funeral of my husband's grand uncle. After the funeral, we met my mother-in-law cousins at the bank. We were talking and asking and requiring more informations about each other life. I was glad and happy ...just because they knew me and were greetings me while hugging each other warmly. The feelings was great.
Then, I thought to myself.....I never had a big family before I got married to my husband. All I knew was my mom, my father, brother, my sister, an aunt and a grandmother. The aunt was my mother's younger sister and the grandmother was my mother's mom. For many years, after I was born....only these persons were those that I called a family. Yes, of course...there are others....in fact many others...but those who did not even come and visit, those who hate you because you don't have money, those who always pulled their faces and body away from you, those who said nasty words to your mother and make her cry....those are not family....with these definitions, only these few peoples are my family....
And yes, those whom you love often leaves you. My dear grandmother who often took me travelling with her by bus died due to lungs cancer. I still remembered how my mother had to take care of her in the last few months of her life. It was tough and difficult and very much needing you to be very patient. And I knew that my mother was able to do it because of her love to her mother. She was very quiet, never complaint although I can see that she's weeping at the corner of the kitchen sometimes. Looking at her dedication on this, making me, doubt myself on whether I could take care of my mother the way she took care of my grandmother...
Then after my grandmother. ..my mother had to take care of her sister, my aunt whose having ovary cancer. There are of course...tonnes of strong wills and positive minded required to take care of a cancer patient and more than that...the pain of seeing the person that you love in pain...struggling to survive....is indescribable....and you have to live with it and facing it to the end...it is heartbreaking.....the test of loosing the persons that you love is certainly tough....
And my mother had gone through these years of pain....I didn't knew how she did it...but if I felt very much of loosing these 2 peoples that we love, my mother would of couse felt much more worst than me...
And since there is no more of my aunt and my grandmother, so its left, the five of us...and this is the family that I knew....until I got married...it...of course...feels awkward when the numbers of your family increased from 5 to more than 70....may be for other peoples...this is normal but for me....who use to roam within the cirle of only 5 family members...this is weird...great...but certainly weird :)
Last weekend and yesterday....after the wedding and the funeral...I reaffirm myself...that I am a part of these beautifuls peoples that the number is too big to be counted and that they are called family and I am one of them....it feels great....
Thank you Allah for giving me the chance to be in these group of families...subhanaallah....I am so grateful :))
Then, I thought to myself.....I never had a big family before I got married to my husband. All I knew was my mom, my father, brother, my sister, an aunt and a grandmother. The aunt was my mother's younger sister and the grandmother was my mother's mom. For many years, after I was born....only these persons were those that I called a family. Yes, of course...there are others....in fact many others...but those who did not even come and visit, those who hate you because you don't have money, those who always pulled their faces and body away from you, those who said nasty words to your mother and make her cry....those are not family....with these definitions, only these few peoples are my family....
And yes, those whom you love often leaves you. My dear grandmother who often took me travelling with her by bus died due to lungs cancer. I still remembered how my mother had to take care of her in the last few months of her life. It was tough and difficult and very much needing you to be very patient. And I knew that my mother was able to do it because of her love to her mother. She was very quiet, never complaint although I can see that she's weeping at the corner of the kitchen sometimes. Looking at her dedication on this, making me, doubt myself on whether I could take care of my mother the way she took care of my grandmother...
Then after my grandmother. ..my mother had to take care of her sister, my aunt whose having ovary cancer. There are of course...tonnes of strong wills and positive minded required to take care of a cancer patient and more than that...the pain of seeing the person that you love in pain...struggling to survive....is indescribable....and you have to live with it and facing it to the end...it is heartbreaking.....the test of loosing the persons that you love is certainly tough....
And my mother had gone through these years of pain....I didn't knew how she did it...but if I felt very much of loosing these 2 peoples that we love, my mother would of couse felt much more worst than me...
And since there is no more of my aunt and my grandmother, so its left, the five of us...and this is the family that I knew....until I got married...it...of course...feels awkward when the numbers of your family increased from 5 to more than 70....may be for other peoples...this is normal but for me....who use to roam within the cirle of only 5 family members...this is weird...great...but certainly weird :)
Last weekend and yesterday....after the wedding and the funeral...I reaffirm myself...that I am a part of these beautifuls peoples that the number is too big to be counted and that they are called family and I am one of them....it feels great....
Thank you Allah for giving me the chance to be in these group of families...subhanaallah....I am so grateful :))
