Life before dead

Goodbye my friend. Your turn has come. We, the one who still breathing, always say our prayers, you be safe on that side. Hopefully you are among His loyal servant. I know, you were expecting, or maybe, we’re just too busy to get you on our sight. Busy? No. We’re not. I’m not. I’m sorry. There’s a birds nest inside my head, a spider web maybe. How easy that I forgotten someone. How blind I am for not predicting that there is something wrong. You are special in a way. Everyone is. But knowing that you are leaving is really, not on the budget. This is an alarm, calling, it’s going to be, anytime, soon, as we grow older. Maybe, the entire plan would come to nothing, as He already decided to pull us off from this sphere. An annual activity on the planner, but His plan, won’t be postponed, wouldn’t be delayed or never can be rescheduled. Do I still have enough time? Do you? If not, forgive me when I’m wrong, sincerely, truly. We never know. When would these beat comes to an end. We never know. When would our sight shut off. We never know. When our time comes. Najmuddin. This is for you. Al-Fatihah