That night I had a terrible dream. Those in which we can’t remember what it was… but we know that was horrible and woke up with the bitter taste, with feeling hard to feel and hard to explain.
_”Ya Rabiii! Ya Rabiii!” (“My God! My God!) Were the words of my neighbor. It sounded as if the words were strumming needles into her throat …
Then she continued, like trying to understand what “herself” was talking about… or as if an “inner strength” (or should I say vulnerability?) it were whispering to her every syllable. I knew that color of voice. It was as if the tears also come out through herr mouth. It was a deep cry, dark sound.
When I heard my neighbor knew that death had been there.
She was bringing breakfast for her husband. Then she saw him: his body began to shake, like a sheet ofpaper…
He passed away. So short as this sentence. Well, the death is just that unpredictable and mocking. I have met many times with her, never from the front but we met each other…
That powerlessness felt: the inability to do anything and limit myself to hug my neighbor (in an attempt to comfort her or make her feel that I was there for whatever she wanted), even knowing that maybe it was vain…
It didn’t take long to arrive people. Wrapped in tears too… also accompanied by the shaking of having climbed up the stairs in a hurry, five floors…A woman fainted after climbing the top step.
A man dropped his tears in silence, staring at the stamping of the carpet… and, accidentally, I remembered things that I almost forgot… so drop mine too.
The ugliness of death is that you know that you will never see again “that someone”… Perhaps in dreams or when you bring them to your mind… but will not be the same.
The widow was still without opening her eyes when it was time to wash and wrap the body.
All the women went behind a curtain while the men proceeded to wash the body.
But not all the men present would take part on this task.
The charge of this labor should always be a trustworthy person who will NOT reveal the physical intimacies of the deceased and also to be of the same gender must know the rules and the funeral rituals. After the bath itself, is given a shower to the body with water from top to bottom, then on the right side and then on the left side. The Prophet Muhammad said: “Who bathes a deceased personand keep their secrets, God will forgive and will bless.”
It should be clarified that the “funeral ablution” (name for the bath or shower that is given to the deceased) is not made in the bathroom.
The body is shrouded by the rules. The body is located on the stretched linen, cover the right side, then the left. When this all fit these shrouds covered the body with fabric in the form of thread. Then everything is perfumed.
The body should be moved as soon as possible, ie there is no need to extend all.
It is an occasion to do some soul searching to the meaning of death and the fate of all living things. Muslims remember on such occasions so that someday them also will be taken and will be judged for their actions in this world by Allah.