Last Sunday, while most nations observed/celebrated Mother’s Day, a member of our community passed away. BH attended the janaaza, and I got to the deceased’s home just as the males were exiting the home with the deceased shrouded on a bier.
I did not know the deceased brother, so I cannot tell what his frame was like prior to his death. But what struck me, as it did when I saw my father shrouded, was how shrunken in frames, those bodies bereft of soul and eyesight and life, were.
The shroud, is known as the kaffan, and is usually two or three lengths of white cotton. The body is wrapped in the kaffan, and knotted at the head and feet.