A page from the personal diary of Aasiya Kazi It was the saddest day of my life and I will never forget it. I was feeling low for some reason and somewhere in my heart I knew something bad was going to happen that day. I was nine and had just returned from school. As soon as I entered my house, I saw everyone crying, screaming and got very scared. My naani had passed away and for a minute I could not believe my ears. Everybody around me was crying, but I didn't because for me it was a big lie. I didn't know how to react and it took some time for me to sink in that she was no more. I was very close to her and she was like my mother. Since the time I was born, I lived with her until I started going school. I considered her my mother and used to love her more than anyone else in the world. My life came to a halt when I saw her body and I regretted to have not been with her when she breathed her last. I start crying and get very emotional when I think about her because I had lost my 'mother' and even today I clearly remember what happened that day and how. I feel sad that god took her away so soon and even today I get very angry that I was not with her in her last moments. Whenever I remember that day, tears start flowing down my eyes.