My Grandmother...

Something happened the day before I set out for Mina.  I received news that my grandmother had died.  Earlier that day I was in the Haram, looking at the Kaabah making duah for her and all my other loved ones.  I was asking Allah SWT to make her a Muslim, not knowing that she was already gone. My grandmother was 85 years old and yet I thought that she would never die.  I knew in my head that one day I would get that call, but not in my heart.  

The last time I spoke to her was a couple of months ago.  I talked to her about moving to Egypt.  She couldn't understand why I would want to come here. When I told her Cairo, it was as if I had said Israel.  I guess they are pretty close, but not really.  Anyway, by the end of the conversation she agreed to come visit next year.  I'm sure she would have come if she could have.  

I find myself thinking about her alot lately.  I think about her life.  She lost her mother when she was quite young and she married early.  She was not happy in her marriage but she did find comfort in her children.  My grandmother had 6 kids.  My Mom was the oldest.  I guess alot of women find comfort in their children.  

She moved to the US more than 30 years ago.  She spent her time working and with her kids.  She traveled alot.  This summer alone she went to Ecuador and the Dominican Republic.  

My grandmother was a strong woman who will be missed by many.  I only wish she would have accepted Islam before she left us.