By: Maryam Rabiu
Aunty Kulu was so pure and genuine. You know those people you always want to be around? The ones who make you feel special? That was exactly the kind of person she was. Ever since I was little, she always wanted us to be with her, eager for us to spend every holiday by her side. She didn’t want us to lift a finger to help with anything. We were so special to her, just as she was special to us.
It’s hard to believe that it has already been a year since we said goodbye. A whole year without your gentle voice, your comforting words, and your love. Time has moved forward, but our hearts remain tender with the pain of your absence.
Aunty Kulu as we fondly called her, was not just my aunt, she was my second mother, my silent guardian, my warmest comfort.
And there is no measure for how deeply I miss her.
She was the gentlest soul I have ever known , soft-spoken, graceful, and always wrapped in the warmth of prayer. She carried her faith with quiet dignity, and every word from her lips felt like a blessing. She had a calm presence that brought peace into every room, and in her presence, everything felt right. safe, secure, and whole.
She always knew how to make people feel loved. She called me by the sweetest names, names only she could make feel so tender and true. And she never let a moment pass without checking in on me asking if I was okay, if I had eaten, if I needed anything. She cared for me like I was her own child. And in so many ways, I was.
She was my second mother, and her love made my world feel whole.
What I remember most is her nurturing heart. She was always looking out for others; family, neighbors, even strangers.
If someone needed help, she offered it. If someone was hurting, she comforted them. And she did it all without needing recognition or praise.
Helping others wasn’t something she did. It was who she was.
Her love was the quiet kind, never loud, never boastful but it wrapped around us all like a soft blanket, keeping us warm even when life was hard.
She made our family feel secure, and happy. In her presence, we found peace.
She had a way of seeing into the hearts of people, of knowing when something was wrong even if no one said a word. And when she asked if we were okay, it wasn’t out of habit, it was from a deep well of love and care that never ran dry.
I often find myself thinking about the memories we shared, the echo of her voice still lingering in my head, the way she smiled, the kindness in her eyes.
I miss your presence, Auntie. I miss the way your love made everything feel better, how you were always there, always gentle, always loving.
You were the heart of our family, and though you’re no longer here with us physically, you are always in our hearts. It lives in the kindness we show, in the prayers we whisper, in the way we care for each other.
You taught us love, and that lesson remains.
Aunty Kulu, your name will never fade from our lips, and your memory will never fade from our hearts. Thank you for loving us so completely. Thank you for being who you were. Heaven has gained a truly beautiful soul, but we will always feel the emptiness of your absence.
Until we meet again, in Jannah, rest peacefully. You are forever loved. You are forever missed.
With all my love, your beautiful Princess.
