To my grandmother, I really miss grandfather as well.

My grandfather was always beside me to tell me about Islam. He is pious to me while I was just learning about Islam. He is well-loved by the community because of his kindness and openness. People came for him for advice such as for their children who want to marry civil marriage. He was reliable and he used to teach the Al-Quran to some people. He always comforted me and I am sad because I lost a lot of memories about him.

He reminded me of my ancestors who used to be Islamic leaders in Indonesia. They built a mosque there. I wondered when I got so lucky to be born into this family. Yes, we are not perfect and we screw up but it is human to screw up. 

I am dedicating this post just to him because I really miss him. His touch used to be warm and he used to cook for me instant noodles just by pouring hot water into the Maggie Mee. 

I used to teach people how to recite the Quran. And it is very nice to do that. I am always learning and work in progress. I used to teach an old man who is suffering from Alzheimer's Disease just for a session. I used to teach a kid and it is a memorable experience because I was trying hard to remember what I learned before. Haha! Omg the struggle to write down all the rules. 

To my grandfather, you are inspiring to me. I am thankful that he met my grandmother. I am thankful that he travelled from Malacca to Singapore as part of his destiny. I just want to hug him so tight now. And I want to tell him that I am so worried about whether I can make it to this dunya. Because I always screw up. :'(

May Allah grants you among the pious people and if I am able to set foot in Jannah, I will look for you, run after you and hug you so tight. <3