In the last entry, I stated the mark of a hijrah year of the demise of my late husband. Today, I am writing to indicate the date as on the gregorian calendar: his date of birth, and his date of death. Significant? Perhaps, but it is just another date, a coincidence.
The children (especially Princess) remember their daddy's date of birth without requiring me to prompt them. This was the dialogue Little D and I had during the weekend:
Mommy, can you bake a cake on Abah's birthday?
Er... I guess so - I can bake you a cake any day, you know? But Abah's no longer with us. How do we celebrate a birthday if the person is no longer alive?
We can bring the cake to the graveyard and eat the cake there. Then, we can cut a slice and leave it there for Abah.
(The whole room breaks into laughter)
Dean, you know that is a waste of time and good cake, don't you? The cake is for us - the living. You know Abah can't have it. What more, such action is just like what the non-Muslims do: offering food and other material objects to the dead or to their so-called god. Muslims don't do that. We can instead read the Yaasin together as a present for Abah, okay?
Okay, mommy... And he smiles sheepishly, But we can still have the cake, right?
And with that, I had to deal with a set of other encyclopaedic questions...