Death: the most natural of all events. Its the most inevitable. Its the most painful.

Especially when you

see it happen. Dying is a process. When you die, you do not die abruptly. From the day you were born
till your last breath, you are dying. You just wither out slowly. However, the same thing was different for
her. It was not the same thing for my sister. I saw her dying fast.
Viral pneumonia enclosed her lungs for two days. The night before she died, my father and I were
hopeful. She was responding well to the medicine given to her but, I was no fool to be at peace with her
progress. I am the type of person who was open to accept all possibilities. And the possibility of death
was welcome in my mind. The physicians who attended her knew that it was too late. I could see from
their eyes that there was only one thing that could save her: prayer. That night we prayed like I always
do. But not all the time you get what you asked for. The doctors prediction and my presumption took
place on August 1, 2012 at 7:47 am, when God willed to grant her rest. The last word that came out
from my five year-old sisters mouth was: mama.
I said earlier I was open to all possibilities, little did I know that I was less prepared to accept her
passing. When reality hits you straight in the face, youre helpless. Emotions engulf you like water.
Memories, loss, regrets, and the biggest what if?! of your life sums it up. What if I brought her straight
to St. Pauls hospital and not to LPH? She might have been saved. Despite her struggles for the breath
she was not made to take, when my mom arrived and held her for the last time, all the trace of her
sufferings you could see from her face waned away. You could only see peace, innocence, and the look
of a bright future forever gone.
But instead of moping around, weeping, crying all over and stuff, I knew better. Rather, My faith knew
better. God owns us all. This life, its not ours, but His. Whatever Gods decisions, its for the better. And
I respect it. I thank our Father for giving me such a wonderful sister Ive been anticipating for a decade. I
had more than enough. And God gave me enough time to show Alliyah how much her big sis loves her.
She was kind and loving. She was a music lover, an artist, an intelligent student, a thoughtful sister, and
she loves the spotlight. She looked very much like me, except for the hair and skin tone, her curls
were more gorgeous and she was tan. She was also quite advanced for her age, she talks like a 25 yearold lady who knew much of this world. And, she brought us all together. A lot of people might say that
this is very hard for us. But true Christians knew that a trial like what happened is merely a test of faith.
On the First epistle of Peter, Chapter 1, verses 6 and 7, it is written:
In this you greatly rejoice, though you know for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by
various trials,
That the genuineness of your faith , being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is
tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
Yes, we miss her so much. But, we have to endure. Those who endure till the end will be saved,
according to Matthew 24:13. After all, it wont be long, and well see each other again.