Dear Earthlings (and disguised Spacelings),
Pardon me for this blog post will be somehow written with emotional state, and a long one. I always strict myself from pouring my all out emotions when it comes to public medium interaction; for I knew a lot of consequences will be involved later. It is just this time, I feel the needs to let out most things from my chest. For this is the very first time I truly feel the loss of somebody I love.
Until today, I still have a cry when I realize that Mak is really gone. No, I never cry for somebody's death. I did not even cry when my granny passed away when I was a teenager. I would only shed tears when I feel emotionally abused or being treated unfairly. The only death event I cried was when Puteh my cat left me in 2010. That was all. That was it.
But whenever I think of Mak, I could never spare the tears. With every drop I shed, it comes with every regret. And it's always huge, never little. Too many things were unfulfilled, thus left me with the biggest remorse. I was trapped with disappointment over things I have done and not done towards Mak in those four years as a daughter-in-law to her. I have totally disappointed her. But I cannot make it right, now.
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| 'Mak during my solemnization' |
The most saddest thing is I finally got a job offer after three years of unemployment only a day after Mak was gone. I was merely a day late to inform her the long awaited news which she had always wait for. I always knew the fact that I got a job would eventually change her day, and her health condition. At least, that was one thing I sure could cheer her up.
Either way she might get better or not, I knew the news that The Hubster and I would finally have a stable life would surely ease her worries before she closed her eyes. But I was too late. I took for granted for all her wish and feelings. I thought I was doing good things for her all these while by keeping shut of every worrying stuffs but all I did was simply drifting her away from us. How I regret about everything right now.
Knowing Mak in such short term, I can say that she is the most graceful lady in every way. She never made me feel I was a stranger to the family ever since. She let me do all things in the house according to my way, like cooking and cleaning. Never she had raised her voice or make me felt uneasy during our stay in Klang. She was way beyond the typical Malays mother-in-law.
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| 'During my convocation day when I was still engaged to The Hubster' |
She would never differentiate particular treatment between her grown-up children or interfere with anything deemed to be personal. The thing with Mak is she would never take credits for anything she did like cooking. She would point the credits to anyone else. And she would beamed with proud to tell anyone if her daughter or her daughters-in-law were to cook or bake anything in the house. That was Mak I knew.
During our last Eid together, I was surprised that she gave me a bracelet and a fabric for Kurung. What made me sad was she had been keeping the gifts for me since last year's Eid when The Hubster and I could not make it to get home at that time (which was unfortunately regretted). Never I knew they were the last things she had to give me before she left us.
The last time I met her after Eid was a week before she left us. The Hubster and I took our chance to visit Mak in hospital. At that time, Mak was already looking weak and thinner than usual. For the first time, she was giving me advices in front of others which she had never done before. I was actually quite hurt but never I thought that was the only opportunity for her to convey her last words to me.
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| 'The last picture with Mak' |
During our last meeting, I remember how I hugged her tighter than usual. I even kissed her repeatedly. Never it crossed my mind that it was the last time I got to kiss her when she was still breathing. But still, I thank to Allah SWT for I got the chance to bath her body on my own laps during the funeral along with my SILs. I was grateful to have the chance to dedicate my last deed to Mak in her final moment.
I miss you, Mak. And I hope I had your forgiveness. I know you are now resting in peace just like Allah SWT has promised to His obliged servants. I could not stop thinking of you and I am so sorry for everything. I am sorry I did not get the chance to make you happy with my personal achievement and yet a grandchild to give. My only gift for you now is doa's with holy Quran recites. I always love you, Mak. Will always be.
Al-Fatihah to my beloved Mak Umi Kalsom.





















