Firdie

Posts about makeup and fashion bore some people, so I won't stick to only writing about that. I find that delving into the thoughts, emotions and personal life (no matter how hilariously petty) of some people seem to be much more satisfying than going through a couple of beauty or fashion posts. So I'll make it a personal mission of mine to write something worth reading at least once a week, hopefully.

Last Sunday morning, Yasir's phone beeped and we received a message from my friend saying "Firdie passed away last night in a car accident. Al-Fatihah". I was shocked. I thought it was a sick, sick joke. I didn't know Firdie that well, but we've hung out on a couple of occassions (he was a friend of my close friend, Dina - she called him Firdie, while some called him IQ) and I had seen him just two weeks before at a friend's wedding. So I called Shamaine for an explanation and she told me he was on the way home in the wee hours of the morning and was sitting in the passenger seat. He wasn't even driving - his uncle was at the wheel when the left side of their car slammed into a lorry. Both his uncle and aunt escaped with minor injuries...he broke his neck and died on the way to the hospital. It was a very, very tragic death.

That whole Sunday, I felt this weird air around me...I was affected by Firdie's death, haunted by it even. It stayed with me every second of the day, even the day after..till now. I remember telling him that because of him, Yasir and I met each other. It was his 24th birthday, during February this year, when I went to Palacio to celebrate with Dina and his other close girlfriends. That's when I met Yasir. And I jokingly used to tell Firdie if it weren't for him, Yasir and I would never have met. I'd still like to think it's true. I didn't know him really well, but he always had this soft spot in my heart for being our 'cupid'.

Firdie was the sort of guy you didn't have to be close to to know he had a good heart. He always had a cheeky smile on his face, and was friendly and easygoing. He just got along with everybody. His close friends knew him as someone who was a fiercely loyal friend and dependable. You didn't have to worry about him sticking up for you when you needed him to - this was someone who had your back before you even asked for his help.

Because he was such a good friend, it wasn't a surprise that he had A LOT of friends. I suppose people don't know how to deal with their grief - they find comfort in writing on his facebook wall, putting down what they wish Firdie would have known before he passed away. His wall is now filled with comments on how he'll be missed, how he was a gem of a friend. I've realised now that life should not to be taken forgranted and you should always appreciate even the littlest of things. I just wish Firdie and I could have hung out more, and that he knew that I'll forever see him as my Cupid.

Rest in peace, Firdie. Al-Fatihah.