My sister, my dad, and I got on the soonest available to Vancouver. I remember the flight seemed like an eternity, all I wanted to do was go be with my mom.
The first day of our trip was Jannahzah, which is when everyone goes to the mosque (house of worship) to pray out loud. Before the prayer the immediate family views the casket.
After the prayer, our immediate family went to the cemetery for the burial. I remember watching from the bus as all the men carried the cascket out. For me this was the hardest part, it felt like any type of connection i had to my grandpa was over.
The following day, we all came together at the mosque again to pray for my grandpa's soul. Seeing everyone come out and pray made me feel at peace and i was able to cope with his passing through my faith.