A week ago a student of mine passed away in a tragic accident. She would have been 19 in August. Her name was Jannah.
She was a sweet girl who as far as I can remember was not afraid to ask questions or speak in English.
I only taught her for a year. A duration which I consider too short to have really bonded. But enough for me to know that she was never one who caused trouble, an eager student and ever so nice.
She died surrounded by caring friends who I believe tried all they could to help her. Who to this moment can't erase that day from their minds.
I can only imagine how they must have felt to deal with everything till the burial. Am sure it must have been hard.
But sometimes we have to learn the hard way and what they all experienced together may have made them stronger and even wiser.
Everyone knows they will face death one day and maybe deal with some deaths before their own.
But I guess watching a friend die and burying her may be something one does not expect.
And because of that I understand how difficult it was for the 14 classmates to go through what they did last week.
I will meet them soon and can only offer my words of comfort. I pray they have all gained their strength and will to go about life in the coming semester.
But if they are still grieving I hope I can lend an ear and a shoulder for them to cry on.
For now am praying that Allah blesses her soul and will ease the pain of everyone mourning her loss.
Rest in peace dear Jannah..
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