Nurin Jazlin
Friday, September 21, 2007
It hit home this time. The news about a body of a little girl, stuffed into a bag, badly battered, bruised and sexually abused.
It's her. Nurin Jazlin. May Allah rest her soul, and place her among His beloved.
Nurin. She had the same first name as my niece, Nurin Salma. Seeing her pictures in the newspaper, those sweet smiles, innocent laughters, reminded me so much of my Nurin. I could not imagine, how would I be if I were in her parents shoes.
Spare the parents additional grief. They have lost a child, in a gruesome way. Let's not judge them. It could happen to anyone, anytime.
Nurin Jazlin. She's an angel now. Rest in piece sayang.
It's her. Nurin Jazlin. May Allah rest her soul, and place her among His beloved.
Nurin. She had the same first name as my niece, Nurin Salma. Seeing her pictures in the newspaper, those sweet smiles, innocent laughters, reminded me so much of my Nurin. I could not imagine, how would I be if I were in her parents shoes.
Spare the parents additional grief. They have lost a child, in a gruesome way. Let's not judge them. It could happen to anyone, anytime.
Nurin Jazlin. She's an angel now. Rest in piece sayang.
Cik Ana at 9:59 pm
0 Comments:
<< Home