We were struggling in Hong Kong when we first met Aunty Fawzia. She was so optimistic and gave all her heart to make us strong. She was not an Aunty to me but she was my mother there. She cared me while I was pregnant, helped me whenever I needed a hand and most of all shared her love with me and my family.
We went to her place (we used to call "George’s house") whenever we could and loved to spend time with both of them. I can still remember that beautiful house in Sai Kung was full of her laughter. She cooked delicious meals, took us to see the country park, watched movies with us and loved to hold our son Chanuka in her arms. Whatever she did she had a story to tell. She always came up with something interesting one after another.
Aunty Fawzia loved to play card games like a small kid. When George was away she came and stayed with us playing cards with our university friends. She taught us tricks and filled the days with nice stories of her childhood experiences. She made friends with all of our friends there and played cards the whole day, had lunch from the university canteen, and slept in our tiny bedroom. She was full of life.
We were expecting to see her again in few months, wanted to show our daughter to her but we were not fortunate enough for that. Though she left she will always be in our hearts…We loved you so much Aunty Fawzia… May you Rest in Peace…
