This morning - alone and in the privacy of my bedroom - I cried for her. I simply let the tears flow, uninhibitedly and unashamedly, to give vent to my grief, the only way I know how. Whenever in company during the last few weeks of anguish and distress, I had held back the tears as best I could so as not to make a public display of myself. And it was as much for her sake that I wanted to do it in a dignified way because I don't think she would have liked it any other way.
Dina was hardly ever effusive in her actions, and most certainly not with her words. She always conducted herself with an elegant restraint that was very becoming for a young lady. And so as I grieve for her, I would like to do so in the same manner that would do her justice - with tears and quiet sobbing, and certainly no wailing - although that would not be a true measure of the immense pain that I feel with her passing.
Our time together was short and abruptly ended; I can't say that I really know her well enough within just a year. But it was long enough for me to love her as I would a daughter. For that is what she has become within the span of a year. I wonder if there were any awkward moments between us in the beginning of their marriage. On my part, I can't recall any. She had many likeable qualities, and the one that struck me most from the first time that I met her was her composure. She didn't seem easily ruffled, and there was an air of serenity about her. That, I knew, would be a good complement for her husband Nizam (my son) who is characteristically spirited. I remember thinking that she would be the calming effect on him in times of agitation, or whenever he needed to slow down.
Dina was intelligent and articulate, but unassuming and mild-mannered - traits that would endear her very easily to just about anyone. But these were the very same qualities that served to make her presence felt. While she might have preferred to take a backseat sometimes, she was no pushover; just someone with good manners. Underneath that quiet demeanour lies a strong sense of self - she was secure in who she was, therein lay her strength. She didn't need to try too hard or to prove anything. It was by no means arrogance; it was simply an honest representation of herself, a personification of a wholesome upbringing. Her slight frame and quietude belied the gumption that I believed she had in her. If she had to, she would put up a good fight. She was a good sport, determined to enjoy life and soak up its challenges in her stride. Believe me, as gentle as she seemed, she was no shrinking violet!
It was heart-warming to witness the sisterhood she formed with my daughter Pita who found in Dina the sister she never had. Pita truly rejoiced in the closeness of the bond that they forged so quickly together in such a short time. They clearly enjoyed each other's company, and had made plans together too. I can't even begin to describe the extent of the loss for Pita, and the depth of the pain she is going through. Such is the effect of Dina's departure from our lives.
I will be forever grateful for her help during the preparation for my other son's wedding last January. Dina had been plagued with back problems but not once did she complain when she had to be on her feet most of the evening. She did her fair share of the tasks obligingly and smilingly. It was a Bollywood-themed wedding, and the green chiffon sari which she chose to wear complimented her fair skin splendidly.
Dina exuded confidence in the way she dressed - whatever the occasion, she knew what suited her. Her fashion was an extension of herself, never ostentatious, always classy. She had an innate sense of style that was a combination of her individuality and of trends. She had the knack of putting things together like the true urban sophisticate that she was. I will miss seeing that.
I had envisaged and looked forward to more days when we would do things together in the course of our journey as mother and daughter-in-law. In time I knew her opinion would be one that I would seek out because I foresee that it would be nothing short of fair, honest and well-thought out. Alas, it was never meant to be. Will we ever come to terms with the way she left us? Will there come a day when I will remember her without tears?
I had envisaged and looked forward to more days when we would do things together in the course of our journey as mother and daughter-in-law. In time I knew her opinion would be one that I would seek out because I foresee that it would be nothing short of fair, honest and well-thought out. Alas, it was never meant to be. Will we ever come to terms with the way she left us? Will there come a day when I will remember her without tears?
Still, I thank Allah for her time with us - albeit briefly; and especially for the happiness she brought my son. During their wedding reception in Ipoh - on March 2, 2013 - I read a poem that I had written as my gift for them. There was a part in which I said:
"Dina - when you touched Nizam's heart, you touched mine
When you make him smile
My heart beams like sunshine."
Dina, you did more than touched my heart; you endeared yourself to me. Sadly, you will never know how much. I miss you dearly; you will always be in my prayers, and will live forever in my heart.
Al-fatihah.
