Goodbye My Old Wise Man

9th August 2009, it was the day where my uncle which I used to call Pak Ngah, 'sleep' for the rest of his life. He was a great friend, a helpful advisor which had always been there for me. I could not helped myself when I got the news on the Sunday morning that he was gone. My auntie called around 4 a.m. informing that Pak Ngah 'left' at about an hour earlier. Without waiting, I packed all my stuff and heading straight away to my hometown. I could not stop crying when I saw him lying on the bed. There's no more a good friend, there's no more a helpful advisor, and there's no more 'abah' for me. Allah loves him more than I do. It might seem odd, but even his own sons had never spend time and hung out with him like I do. Everything started off when I was still a little kid, after my parents got divorced, he is the one that I always met to ask for opinions and share thoughts. That's why I always think of him as a father, not as an uncle. Pak Ngah, I will always miss you, always love you no matter what happens. Thank you so much for all the advices and knowledge that you gave me. Goodbye...MY OLD WISE MAN....

~(HAJI MOHD YUSOF BIN AHMAD 31/01/1943 till 09/08/2009)~

al-fatihah....