((new)): Talqin Mayit

And then, Rizki saw it. Or perhaps he imagined it. A soft glow, no bigger than a firefly, lifted from the chest of his mother’s body. It hovered for a moment, pulsing gently, as if listening. Then it rose toward the ceiling and dissolved into the darkness.

“Ya Fatimah binti Ahmad. Ingatlah perjanjian yang telah kau ikrarkan di alam arwah…”

“Do not answer with ‘I don’t know,’” he intoned. “Do not say ‘I heard the people say…’ Answer with knowledge. Answer with faith.”