If you're following me on Facebook, I'm sure you saw my post last week sharing the extremely sad news that my future mother-in-law had passed away and that because of this, I had gone on a mini hiatus here since I was mourning along with my Darling. I'm not going to share any personal pictures or too much, but I am still extremely upset and angry over what happened and the details surrounded her passing. I made this blog to share my personal opinions and beliefs as well as my personal life and since this is such a serious issue that has effected my and my Darling's life so much, I think it would only make sense to share this. If I'm being honest, I never got to meet her, but I saw her on Skype and saw how much my Darling loved her.
I got the news two weeks ago that my future MIL had passed away and that my Darling was extremely heartbroken and devastated. For the past two years, my Darling had been very desperate to go home and see his mother, but due to the travel ban, he couldn't since he wouldn't be able to come back. Since he lived in the US for almost three decades, that just isn't an option for him; his entire life is here: his home, work, friends, everything. His mum had tried very hard to get a travel visa to come see him, but it was repeatedly denied. In the end, she passed away suddenly without ever getting to see her youngest son again. The thing that makes me angry is how some people I work with that are Pro-Trump have told me that her death was just 'something that had to happen' in order to protect the country. LIKE WHAT?! I don't understand how an extremely old and frail woman was a serious threat.
Like I've said, I never met her in real life, although I really wanted to. Unfortunately, my Darling and I only became a couple, literally the night of the election and a little afterwards, the travel ban was put into effect and his country was one of the countries listed. However, I saw for five years, how much he loved her totally and completely. He would call her at least once a day and talk to her through a family member who could sign, and would tell her how much he loved her and asking about her day and everything. He helped support her by sending her money for her everyday expenses and, as she began to get sicker and sicker, her medical expenses.
Now, I live in a small town. A "one horse town" as many would say. And I am not exaggerating when I say that I literally never drive in the city and don't really even know the names of most of the streets since everything in my town is within arms length. However, when I found out what happened, I knew that I was going to have to drive in the city to see him. I set my gps on, put on my sunglasses, fixed my hijab and set off on this terrifying journey. 'Terrifying' is not even strong enough to describe how I felt. I had to get on and off the freeway and I figure out how to actually drive at a crazy speed while everyone else seemed to be trying to run me off. It felt like longer than the journey from The Shire to Mordor, but eventually: I made it.
We spent an hour holding hands, crying and making dua and at the end, I ended up getting stuck behind a broken down car on my way home :/
Still, I would do it all over again if I had to.
It's been two weeks and things are starting to get easier and my Darling seems to be improving, subhan'Allah. Despite how "normal" things are starting to feel again, there's no replacing the gap left in his family or my Darling's heart. I would like to ask everyone to please make dua for my Darling and his family, but especially for his mother. May Allah (swt) grant her Jannah, in sha Allah 🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻
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