Kadir in memory
Yesterday morning, hubs received a text to say that a mutual friend of ours has passed on. Allahyarham Abdul Kadir bin Daim was 33 years old and he passed away from cancer of the brain. I was there the week of the diagnose of the cancer and later before his first operation to remove the tumor. He was calm perhaps not knowing the seriousness of his illness. That was the last time we met, in his hospital room in SDMC about less than a year ago. After that he moved back to his mum's place and apparently his condition worsen after the series of chemo.
I was not that close to him. I met him through another friend and we met occasionally. Kadir was a reserved person but that doesn't stopped me from shamelessly asking him for an invitation to his home after knowing that he is a really good cook. The first time, dinner was in another friend's home, but Arwah did all the cooking. I can still remember the taste of his fish and beef asam pedas, the crab that he steamed with lots of lemongrass, the cencalok mix that we ate with fried fish...
The second time, we went to his apartment in Sunway and again he cooked up a storm in his kitchen. His famous asam pedas, chilli fish, cencalok and the fried vegetable. We had pics from the day and when I went through them today, there was not a picture of the cook. Always so humble and reserved.
He came to my house with the rest of the guys for one of the aidil adha lunches and later we had teh tarik at our nearby mamak. He was always the quiet one among the rest but when he started chatting, the things that comes out from his mouth are quite interesting, most of time funny.
All these will remain in my memory. A guy whom I briefly knew. But somehow I feel the warmth around him, his hospitality and what little conversations we had.
May you rest in peace, my friend..Alfatihah..
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Arwah, extreme right..somehow always in the background (pix courtesy of Zaid's fb) |
The second time, we went to his apartment in Sunway and again he cooked up a storm in his kitchen. His famous asam pedas, chilli fish, cencalok and the fried vegetable. We had pics from the day and when I went through them today, there was not a picture of the cook. Always so humble and reserved.
He came to my house with the rest of the guys for one of the aidil adha lunches and later we had teh tarik at our nearby mamak. He was always the quiet one among the rest but when he started chatting, the things that comes out from his mouth are quite interesting, most of time funny.
All these will remain in my memory. A guy whom I briefly knew. But somehow I feel the warmth around him, his hospitality and what little conversations we had.
May you rest in peace, my friend..Alfatihah..
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