by Bai Maleiha

Created on: February 02, 2009

Haunting is not only for the arena of the paranormal. It comes in various ways.

Dead people who haunt their loved ones or friends are restless spirits who left the world without letting their loved ones know what they need to tell them. They haunt for attention so that they be heard. Poltergeist seem to be noisy spirits who want to disturb people. All of these tell us one thing: they want to communicate but those who are not equipped with the know-how on dealing with dead spirits tend to run away rather than study the whole situation from the perspective of a non-bodily form who has no ability to verbalized his thoughts. This gives us no option but to employ the help of spirit questors.

As the worlds of the living and the dead vary, the burden always lies on the living, most especially for those whose loved ones left them unprepared. Haunting thoughts will swarm unceasingly.

This is my story. The haunting of my most loved cousin, not as a ghost but as someone who is truly missed by me, beyond words can express.

It was in the morning of December 12 of 2006, the day that changed my life forever.

Budz was my most loved cousin for he was always there for me. He was constantly by my side whenever I needed someone to understand and to assist me on personal and business matters. He was gay but I accepted him without reservations. I am the
type of a Muslim who does not fundamentalize on issues about homosexuality but take gays as they are in reality and not view them in a myopic contextual form.

I shun moralizing but I am not immoral. Just imperfect.

The text in my cellphone squeezed my heart, as if oxygen had left my lungs and I needed water to breathe calmly. The brother of Budz told me that Budz was rushed to the hospital for he had cerebral stroke.

I knew it. He was saying goodbye the last he and I had a talk. It was the first time that I saw him too emotional to dismiss his behavior as nothing. There was a voice inside me telling me then that something bad would happen to him. I was aware of his constant complaints about his regular headache and his palpitations. Many times I would tell him to see a doctor but he would just tell me it was nothing.

After my two kids left for school, I prepared to rush to the hospital but there was no vehicle at that time to take me. Good thing for my good friend, Lalaine, was always behind me during critical times so she volunteered to take me there.

My cousin was just waiting to hear my voice. As I spoke to him in whisper to tell him how

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