Go in peace, Ma

Posted on March 8, 2009



To the many who sent in comments here, and e-mails and sms’s bearing kind words of condolence and comfort, thank you.

To the anak-anak Bangsa Malaysia who made time to attend my late mother’s wake and funeral service, my family and I are grateful for your presence.


This was one of Mum’s all time favourites.


Mum was admitted into hospital on Wednesday.

Diagnosed as suffering heart failure, a heart infection and an infection of the lungs.

Thursday evening, doctors placed her on a respirator.

Friday evening, doctors advised that family members may wish to be present.

We camped in the ICU visitors lounge that night.

Saturday morning, round about 9.40am, my sister urgently called me into Mum’s ICU cubicle.

As I entered, both my sisters were feverishly praying.

I watched Mum.

She was slipping away.

I closed my eyes.

She took my hand.

Without a word, hand in hand, we walked out into a seemingly endless open field, bright and sunny, and raining.


We seemed to walk forever.

And Mum was filled with joy.

Almost child-like, wondrously looking around as if seeing everything for the first time.

Then, suddenly, we had reached the end.

“Go in peace, Ma”, I said softly.

“God always be with you, son”, she said.

The doctor walked in and felt for life.

“She’s gone”.


“…and nearest among them in love to the believers wilt thou find those who say, “We are Christians”: because amongst these are men devoted to learning and men who have renounced the world, and they are not arrogant” – Surah 5 verse 82 of the Holy Qur’an.

Mum was born Christian, lived a Christian and died a Christian.

Sure, she partook of all all the Muslim festivities that were celebrated at home as we grew up.

That’s because she loved my father.

And not once did she ever try to draw me into her faith.

Probably, because she believed in her heart that God availed Himself to all.

Did not matter what you wore on your sleeve. What was in the heart and how what was in the heart manifested itself was what mattered.

Suspect I got that from Mum.

And from all that I’ve come to know of the Christian faith, trying as I have to discern the Gospel of Jesus from the Bible, I know that Jesus would be well-pleased with Mum.

My brothers, my sisters, and I, together with relatives and friends, laid Mum to rest as we believed she would have wanted.

As she was in life, a Christian, modestly, and with love in abundance.

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