The phone rang at 7am yesterday morning.Who would be calling at this time and I feel scared to lift the phone because my mother has yet to recover from recent heart attack. It must be a very important call but deep inside I would be happy if it was just a wrong number.I gathered enough courage to lift the phone and took the call. It was from my next door neighbour.She told me that Haji Abdullah, who lived behind our terrace houses just passed away while in the toilet this morning. He fell on the sink and got a heart attack. After a few CPR attempts by his wife, he passed away..Innalillahi rajiun.He was 59 years and left five children and a wife.
Two days ago, I met Haji Abdullah at our masjid and he gave salam and I replied.And two days later, I solat his jenazah after 'asar prayer yesterday. To normal people like his family and me, we never knew that he had a heart disease and he never told anyone. His death has sent a strong message to me and my peers that we must take care of our hearts. A friend commented that we take more care of our hairs,fingers and faces etc than our hearts. How true!
Talking about hearts, our religous teachers also remind us to care of our qalbu as much as we take care of our physical health. We are also guilty as charged when it comes to keep our qalbu in good state.
Life is very fragile...