She was really Mrs. Azziza. But I was always inclined to call her Ms. Azziza. She left behind a husband and a son when she died. She was like a sister to my mum. And she was spiritually older than us both. My mum still misses her and wants to talk to her the way she did before.
With Ms. Azziza, you could always have a spiritual conversation, she said. She calls her a friend. When I was younger and not yet born from above, she would always encourage me to become a doctor. "Calling Dr. D., calling Dr. D.," she would say mimicing a receptionist over intercom. I can still hear her today, even though I can barely remember her face. I loved Ms. Azziza.
And she saw me as her son's brother for a while. I remember one day when I was young, my mum called her on the phone about her planting a seed a seed in her. It's how I know where she is today.
And I can't wait to meet her. Because though she died of cancer, my mum and I might be spiritually older than she was when she died when it is the end of it. Now I have to be the Azziza to many other people. I really want to talk to her again. So does my mum.
But I still have a long journey ahead of me. In these people...you can always spot Christ's touch in them. It's good to be made in Jesus Christ's image. I long for the day... I'd like to see the hope of glory.
