Al Fatihah.

After not even a week in Miri, I went back home again on Thursday evening.
I got a call from Abah that Jedi was in the hospital.
So, both me and Abg left our classes early to pack our things..
Then I got a second call and Abah told us that the doctor said Jedi was in a stable state, that there wasn't any need for us to come back home as soon as possible.

So I hang around a bit with Abg in my block while Amanda made me lunch. Abg left after sometime and I was chatting with Shafiya after lunch.
During this time I left my phone in silent mode unpurposedly.. I got a third phone call from Jazli around 5p.m.

I was shocked to see that I had about 12 missed calls and around 8 text messages.

At approximately 4.30 p.m I lost Jedi. My body shock a bit and my hands were trembleing as I ran to Abg's room for confirmation. I cannot believe on what I was told. It all seem like a dream to me. Just like that, I love my dearest Jedi; Wan Ali ibnu Habib Salleh.

Am currently back home in Bintulu.
It has been mentally challenging these past few days.

May his soul rest in peace with the faithful servants of Allah.

Al Fatiha.