Originally posted on 24th July 2009
Update: Haq returned to Rahmatullah today 3rd August 2009 - 12 Sha'aban 1430. Al-Fatihah
They had been neighbours at the government quarters, played games together, played pranks together, studied together (well T studied while Haq slept or thumbed magazines), they ate and slept at each other's homes, they even worked together after Form Five carting bricks and cement at a construction site. Haq was the tough one, he joined the Police Force and climbed up the ranks.
But now he lay on the bed bloated beyond recognition from kidney and liver failure. Eyes shut and nose flattened from facial swelling, abdomen fully distended, his breathing aided. Stoic-looking police officers gazed at him in their blue uniforms laden with various insignia. But T couldn't stop the tears from flowing at the ICU ward. Haq had just regained consciousness after a week-long coma. He nodded when he heard T gently calling his name. He had probably heard the muffled sobs as well.
Haq was the brother T never had in childhood.
May Allah have him in His Rahmah