Aisling’s Preggo Blog

The viewing was tough, real tough.

As soo n as you walked in to the room, you could see her. Knowing that, I decided to get into the line and go see her. My friend M was with me. We both just had such a hard time with the line up going to see her. It was the hardest part for me at least.

When I saw her, it was really very difficult as she looked like her beautiful self but she was lifeless. You knew when you saw her that the soul had left. I just wanted to reach over and tell her WAKE UP! SubhanAllah, I now realise the wisdom behind Muslim funerals. It is done as quickly as possible and you cannot see the body uncovered. This viewing was like tourture to the heart. Seeing her in front of you yet knowing there is nothing you can do to bring her back. It is done, over. She is dead.

It was a strange experience in general, seeing everyone from high school again, with in Hijab and wondering what people are thinking. Let’s just say my high school days weren’t all that ‘halal’. The strangest part was having people congratulate me on my pregnancy and asking me questions while I am crying and mourning the loss of a friend. Should I be happy, sad, upset? I really had no idea.

Then the worst thing happened - instead of taking heed and learning from the life of Candice, they all went out for a drink at a restaurant to drink away the saddness of her life being taken away by these evil vices. I was just shocked and taken back by it.

As I prepare emotionally for tomorrow, I need to give thanks to Allah again and again for giving me this day and all the ones before it.