My name is Bint Hassan, and twenty years ago, I met Mariama. Though the details of our first meeting are a blur, I distinctly remember seeing her at a local shop with her children and exchanging pleasantries about our homes and origins. That casual encounter sparked a deep connection.

Soon, Mariama joined the study circle I hosted at my home every Saturday, bringing her two daughters along. Our children would play together as we immersed ourselves in learning and self-improvement. Mariama was a devoted mother whose love for her children shone through in everything she did. She raised them with care, instilling in them exceptional manners. I often invited her girls to learn Quran with my daughters, a bond that further deepened our families’ ties.

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Over time, Mariama became more than a friend—she was a sister. We visited each other often, shared personal struggles, and attended Islamic lectures and conferences. Mariama’s generosity was boundless, her kindness immeasurable. She was always giving—whether it was her time, resources, or love. My children adored her as much as I did, often begging to visit “auntie,” knowing she would welcome them with open arms.

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Life took a challenging turn when Mariama was diagnosed with breast cancer, a battle she initially faced in silence. Ironically, at the time, I too was awaiting biopsy results. It was during one of our calls that she revealed her diagnosis, offering me advice and strength for what I might also face. When my results confirmed cancer, our bond grew even stronger as we leaned on each other through treatments, shared remedies, and made prayers for each other’s recovery. Miraculously, she beat cancer, and eventually, so did I.

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Years passed in relative normalcy until one evening, Mariama called me over. She revealed that her cancer had returned and was terminal. In that poignant moment, I reminded her of Allah’s mercy, framing her prognosis as a divine blessing—a reminder to prepare for the inevitable journey we all face.

Mariama faced her illness with the same grace and courage that defined her life, and our shared journey became one of faith, resilience, and profound sisterhood. 

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She later returned to Allah. She was truly a beautiful daughter. mother, sister, auntie, friend and neighbour. I miss her very much.

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May Allah grant her the highest rank in Jannah. 

Mariama's story inspired this book and this platform. We want to normalise conversations about preparing for death. 

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