It's already 9 years , since dad left us .

On 8th March 2000 at about 3.00 pm. our beloved dad passed away at my sister's house in Taman Sri Subang , Sunway, Petaling Jaya . All of us were on his bedside when he passed away. Although I was then working in Port Dickson , I had earlier rushed home on being informed of his deteriorating health .He was suffering from Parkinson disease for some time . He was brought back from the Hospital where he was warded for some time . I remember just before he died , he called me near to his bedside . He did not say anything . Perhaps he just wanted to be sure that I was around and perhaps be ready to take over the responsibilty of taking care of the family from him . However, I managed to ask him for his forgiveness . All along we recited the Quran especially the Surah Yassin .My cousin's( Ustaz Ahmad of Taman Abdul Razak , KL.) wife , a religious teacher recited the Surah Yassin and soon after my father passed away peacefully .

The same evening with the help of the committee of the Surau Polis IPD Shah Alam , where I once worked before my transfer to Port Dickson , the burial was performed the same evening .The burial had to be done on the same day because the next day was a working day and there would be no one to help us .I also managed to get permission from the Shah Alam religious authorities to have him buried at the burial ground in Section 21, Shah Alam .

My late father was suffering from Parkinson in silence . No one knew that he was suffering from the disease .Not even the local doctor who treated him . He got his medical treatment from the local Government Health Clinic . There was no specialist there . He was given some medicine but I believed that was not the right one . I suspected that he was suffering from Parkinson , when my friend told me the symptoms of his father who was also suffering from the same disease . As recommended by my friend one day I brought my father to a private specialist doctor at a Specialist Clinic in Jalan Ipoh , Kuala Lumpur . My father was also sent to a MRE to have his head x-rayed . A few weeks later the specialist doctor confirmed that he was suffering from Parkinson disease . For almost half a year my father travelled up and down from Sabak Bernam to Kuala Lumpur to have his regular medical examination and to get his supply of medicine . When I was transferred to Port Dickson, he was later referred to the University Kebangsaan Hospital in Cheras, KL . My illiterate mother listen too much from other people who did not believe in modern medicine and thus discouraged my father from taking his medicine .Infact there was a time when my mother hid his medicine away. Since then , his health began to deteriorate . He was then admitted to the UKM Hospital in Cheras . After a few weeks the doctor suggested that we take him back probably because he knew that he could not do anything more for him .

My only regret was , I did not take care my father's feelings when he was in that condition . I did not know that he was in need of company and some one to talk to . I did not know that Parkinson patients needed to be handled with care because they were sensitive people .They needed company and some one to talk to . Perhaps my father was feeling very lonely then . Due to my nature of job I could not go back home and visit him as often as I could . If only I could get back past time I would very much want to be close to my father and to give him whatever I can afford . That is of course impossible and ridiculous . I love him so much that I named my new house ' Sri Abak ' , a name he was popularly known among relatives . Now , I could only pray to Allah so that He would protect him and he would be among the faithfulls in Heaven . Amin .

The moral of the above story is for young people to take care the feelings of their parents because you might not know that he or she could be suffering from any disease and could be crying in silence . Obviously past time could not be brought back and thus make sure you will not regret it like I do .