I'm always missing him , but never I can hear his voice , never I can play-around with him , never can I argue for some decision with him and I never ever got to see his face .
The only thing that I have with me was just pieces of memories , the memory that we all gathering together , a picture of us Eid's day , and a picture after having fun on that day .
It's still clear in my head , that the time's when death was coming near him , all of the things happened on that day keeps playing in my head like it was just yesterday , the hands that keep weeping tears that flow slowly from eyes to cheek , can't keep holding tears when the death news was being told , I could still feel it , there was you lying without a breath , me and also them being together crying over you .
And after the times eventually passed over that day , there was me , sitting alone out of blue sky , emptied mind , kept missing him half-passed dead . Only if I can reverse the time , if I could spent more time with him , if I just could be there beside him until his last breath .
Dear my late uncle , I wish you will be resting in peace there , in the partition , alone . But no worry , I'll always prying for you uncle , your name will always be in my pray , I just have to teach and let my heart to be strong without you , to be in future Syawal without you .
From your missing nephew .
-Al-Fatihah-
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