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RE: Out-Of-The-Box: Last Chat On Your Deathbed

in Freewriters2 months ago

I will try to answer some of your questions. I apologize if my answer later did not match what you expected.

If this is my last moment. The thing I regret most is that I have not been able to bring my mother and family to Mecca to perform the Hajj, which is the fifth pillar of Islam. You may be asking, why mom? Why don't I invite my dad too? This is because my father passed away fourteen years ago.

Sometimes I care about people's opinions, but sometimes I don't care about people's opinions. I care about the opinions of my mother, family and best friends. I don't care about other people's opinions because they contribute nothing in my life.
I am a child born to parents who had strict discipline. Since I was little, I have been accustomed to following my parents' orders even though I didn't like it. I thought that if I followed their commands, my parents would be happy.

If I could go back twenty years, I would want to have my freedom. Perhaps right now, I would be in another country, engaging in social activities.

I want to spend my last moments with my mother, family, and loved ones.

As I think back, it turns out that I have only bought things for everyone, such as medicine for my mother, groceries for the family, paying utility bills, gas, and so on.

I don't know who might visit me in my final moments. I just think, maybe they don’t know that I am about to pass away. Why should they visit me? Why should I blame them? Why should I think negatively about them in my last moments? Shouldn’t I be increasing my worship since I am going to meet God?

I don’t know what they will feel once I’m gone. But all this time, when I have been far away, I’ve seen them cry, and they’ve said they miss me. I just hope I can remain in their hearts forever.

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 2 months ago 

Once we left there might be mixed feelings? Some will remember us, most likely "strangers" like I do with one lady who spoke to me on the streets, an unknown elderly sister I met as I picked up her cats with the animal ambulance as she had to be hospitalized. I still remember her even emptied her house as she died in hospital though we were not related.
Some people we remember even though they never had their freedom.

It's sad how we try so hard to be accepted and liked while ending up with the kniwledge we do not like ourselves. The only person we live with 24/7

I tajes strength to continue and strength to leave everything behind.

A good Sunday/start of the week

🤗🍀♥️

Terimakasih banyak sudah mensupport saya ya Pak🥲. Semoga bapak sukses selalu..

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