While enjoying a good meal at Good Taste Restaurant last night, a sad news story broke and corrupted my appetite. My companion read a text message saying a distant relative of ours drowned and died.

The kid was below 10 and her mother is working abroad. A normal mind would ask “why did God permit this to happen?” Upon learning about the sad news, there were questions on my mind but I was not interested in the answers.

My prayers for the familymembers who are now mourning over the loss of their young hope; may God embrace them on this difficult time.

I remember the time when my first cousin Langsa died from drowning when we were in high school. I was a bit shocked. We were just 13 and starting to explore the world. I never went to their house during her wake because I was afraid her pitiful face while she is in the casket would be her permanent face in my mind.

When I was in Grade school, I also experienced losing a playmate. I was innocent then so the pain of losing someone in the community was not that strong.

As a kid, we were groomed to believe that young people who die go to heaven and become our guardian angels. However, we invalidate this belief upon realizing that no miraculous guardian angels are available when we are trapped in danger.

Months ago, my friend Chelsea passed away. She was 19. It was one of the worst news in my life ever. Her death was a dagger to the core of my soul. Many asked again the same question: why is God permitting this to happen?

The answer to the question remains undiscovered.

I am a person who does not care when an elderly dies. I always say “that person is going nowhere” when I hear about the death of an 80+-year old grandparent. But every time a child leaves us in this world, the question arrives knocking at our doorsteps again.