She wasn't earning very much, from which she had to pay her rentals, manage transport and personal expenses for clothes, etc, send money to her family back home and still insisted on giving me some for teaching her.
She was a person who could forgive. It didn't matter how much the extent of pain the people in her life could have inflicted her with. She would cry over it, but still pick herself up, telling me that it was HIS will that it happened. And move on. I have seen her forgive them completely, and even think of their welfare, on ways to help them at times. Oh Sara...
Thinking of it, I do not even have a photograph of her. Back then, not all phones came with cameras. And both of us did not have such high-tech phones. Nevertheless, I remember my friend vividly.
Just a few months back, I met the student who introduced Sara to me. They have since moved to a different neighbourhood, it seems. She is now all grown up now, and it took a while for me to recognise her, while was was quick to say hello.
After exchanging greetings and enquiring about our family members and how she was doing with her studies, I asked about Sara. In complete hope of hearing she was married, with lots of kids as she always wanted or at least, landed in a better job. I wanted to hear she was happy with her life.
But what I heard was something I wished I had never known. My student told me she passed away the year before. My heart sank. Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilahi Rajioon.
At the time of passing, Sara was 29. She was battling with breast cancer, something that she discovered only at stage 4. Her treatments had made her put on weight and darkened her complexion, as according to my student.
Even during her last few months, my student told me she had stayed with her family, and was always trying to be positive about herself. She wanted to be happy; my student's family kept her in good spirits, with her younger siblings attempting to make her laugh with their humour sense.
Unfortunately, my dear friend did not make it. She passed away back in her hometown. This news affected me in many ways. Sara was an aspiring young woman, who had many beautiful dreams. She never let her childhood, or lack of opportunities keep her spirits low. She was always chasing her dreams.
She had much less than me and many other girls of her age, and never complained and never liked anyone looking at her with pity. So much passion towards life, she had.
Every new day is a blessing from Allah (S.W.T) and everything that HE has given us is PLANNED by our Creator. SubhanAllah.
All of us should treasure every moment of ours in this Dunya, and invest those moments in preparing for Akhira.