A Heartfelt Farewell from Dubai

It is a funeral of humanity!

The citizens of the State of Dubai came here and carried the coffin crying, ''Amma...Amma''

They were truly great people

Bringing tears to the eyes of everyone who watched, the people of Dubai, where she worked, cried, crying ''Amma Amma'' and carrying the coffin on their shoulders. Six people, including the owner of the house where she worked, came to the funeral of a woman from Sri Lanka who had gone to work as a domestic worker and paid their last respects. This touching scene is a testimony to the ''humanity I saw on the day of the death of my best friend’s sister''

Jagath Lakshman, my best friend of more than 30 years.

Even if it is called a brother, it is not wrong… This begins with the death of Jagath Aiya's sister Shanthi Akka… Shanthi Akka went to Dubai in 1981 for a job to take care of 4 children. Before long, the number of children became 8. Shanthi Akka, who had not yet attained the title of mother, fulfilled the responsibility of eight children without any hesitation. (Santhi Akka is unmarried) Shanthi Akka, who had worked in the same house for 38 years, passed away in 2009. At that time, the Dubai nationals took steps to treat her in Dubai instead of sending her to Sri Lanka. At that time, they also became compassionate by providing my friend Jagath a free visa and air ticket to take care of her. As her condition worsened day by day, another maid from Sri Lanka was stationed in the same house to take care of her. In the meantime, on the strength of Shanthi akka, they accompanied her to Sri Lanka in 2012 to receive Sinhala medicine, with the promise that she would return to their home whether she got better or not.

They brought her to Sri Lanka and handed her over to my friend, begged Jagath aiya to cure her and send her back to their home, and left the country. During this time, Jagath aiya devotedly tried every medical treatment he knew for her, but her condition worsened day by day. From 2012 until her death, they visited Shanthi akka several times a year, both by phone and by visiting her. Six of them had come to Sri Lanka after hearing the news of her death.

When her mother, mother, cried out as she carried the coffin on her shoulders, tears welled up in the eyes of all of us who had come to pay our last respects to the body. I also thought that Shanthi Akka would always live in them. In the end, they prayed their religion and laid down near the grave and thanked the mother who had raised them so high. I think this is the best sight I have seen in 52 years, from any race, in a country where parents are abandoned.