
He was a good man. Fulfilling dreams of his parents. His dad said to me, he loves him very much. so much that he bought him a bike to please him. His dad said simple words that fully pierced my heart.
'Love your parents. Love your friends. Take care of yourself so that you dont hurt the others around you. Take his leaving as a lesson for all of you youngsters. That life is precious. Go out and work in the day, come home, pray and sleep at night. Maybe god loves him more than us. So he has to go. I look at his friends and i believe him when he said he mix around with good company.'
with that he ended with a smile and talk to his relatives. u can see pain in his eyes. as much as i was holding back my tears, i can see its even more painful for him. moments later, he wasnt wailing, but the sight of a father tearing at the recollection of his youngest son's passing is more than enought for me to switch myself off because i cant stand sadness. i've seen many deaths before, this suddenly made me realise that death can really be devastating. it really shows who really loves you enough to spare some thoughts for you.
i admit i lost contact with him. i didnt bother much to talk or catch things up. i dont blame him, i blame myself because hes gone now. now i can never get to see his smile again, hear his laughter or listen to his lame jokes which i would always do willingly in secondary school. the times when we play soccer together, or mock each other's CCA. or that one year he spent in the same class with me, exchanging our thoughts and finding of the opposite gender. im daring enought to admit that secondary school life wad the best time of my life. and im just glad that he was a part of it. thus he will always be remembered by me. his nicknames, the way he catches balls in the soccer field. its just so sad i didnt get to meet him in his uniform. by the time i'm in police, i'd be able to meet him as he has already P.O.P-ed. thats not going to happen now. and i'll just have to live on with memories.
its during this times that i start to wonder what happens to my friend after his passing. what will happen me to after my passing. he has shown us that life can end abruptly, anywhere and anytime despite one's best efforts to keep living. maybe his death affected me so much because we are of the same generation. hes my first friend to lose his life to his beloved toy. and maybe because i know him personally enough to cause me that much pain to open my eyes.
i admit, as time goes by this phase will die off. the emotions will dissappear. everybody will move on. but the reason i had to pen this is because i want to remember the emotions im feeling right now when i reread my posts. losing a thousand innocent lives isnt as damaging as losing a single friend. maybe hes passing could be a life changing moment for those who knows him, or even those who dont.
i'll be going for his funeral tomorrow morning. hopefully to do my part to as a form of punishment for not remembering him. and its the least that i could do. i love you, Abdul Malik, and definitely i'll miss you. Semoga tuhan mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohmu, wahai kawanku, amin.

Abdul Malik
25/11/88-30/11/08
A good soccer player, a good student,
a good friend.