My Dear Friend, Haseeb Kkaay, may the doors of heaven be open for you.
I heard you were in a car with a friend. He was driving at the speed of 180 km/h. The vehicle lost traction and slid off to the ditch. Naturally the impact had you launched from the front window of the car. Your physical body trajected 18 meters forward, only to land with no scratch on your body.
The EMS workers arrived at the scene, placed you on the stretcher, and delivered you to the nearest hospital. They nursed your wounds and had you hooked to the IV. Was it Milton District Hospital, or Oakville Trafalgar Memorial Hospital, or maybe Credit Valley Hospital. All were dear to my heart.
You lay on the hospital bed for a little over 12 hours. Breathing and inhaling through God's Mercy. It was the observation room where your soul lay in dwindle with streams of peace and mercy showered your last beating heart for a few fragile moments.
May you have experienced eternal peace in those moments. May your soul have been intertwined with angels sweeping clean gates of a small garden of heaven for your eternal being to enter a throne bewaiting for its master to take its place. All in divine perfect timing. All in divine perfect order.
Rest in Peace My friend.
I am eternally grateful for your companionship.
Let the heavens have fruits for your lips to taste.
The innate being.
As Salaamu Alaika ya Abd allah.