Tabijan, 47, of Georgetown, Guyana, passed away on Wednesday, September 8, 1982, at Georgetown Hospital, after battling with cancer for years. She was buried at LaPentere Cemetery in Georgetown on Friday September 10th.

Tabijan was born on August 28, 1935 at Airy Hall, Mahaicony to the late Rose and Imaem of Mahaicony, Guyana. She was the 5th of 9 children. She was blessed with 7 children, and 8 grandchildren whom she never saw, but her spirit knows them for sure. They are fine people and would have made her proud.  Even though she had not actually seen them and hugged them, she left them a legacy and stories to pass on.

Surviving her are 3 daughters (Azeezan, Rashakan, and Eyden), 3 sons (Shayam, Nezam and Rafeek) 8 grandchildren, 1 brother, Imran Arjune, and several neices and nephews. 

Tabijan was an extremely creative and talented seamstress, and did an excellent job single-handedly to keep her 7 children alive, educated, safe and well, and now she has gracefully concluded her job on earth.  So much pain and struggle, yet she made it through with a smile. She often put on a smile for everyone to see and tried to hide the fact she was in horrible pain. Everyone that knows her knew that she loved us and gave her life for our survival.

This is our mom: door was never locked, light was always on. God thank you for blessing us with her and the ability to have her life live on in each of us.  She is the most amazing person in our lives.  She spent her life caring for us, others, and never placed herself before anyone.  She would always reach out for those in need by being a giver and a friend. We are thankful to Allah for her life.  God, please accept our prayers, charity and duas and grant her an abode in Jannatul Firdaus.

 
IN MEMORY OF OUR MOTHER

You are not dead
You left us this great heritage of remembering joy.

You still live in our hearts,
In the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.

You still breathe,
In the lingering fragrance, windblown from your favorite flowers.

You still smile in the moonlight’s silver,
And laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold.

You still speak in the echoes of the words we have heard you say again and again.

You still move,
In the rhythm of waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing branches.

You are not dead;
Your memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow.

You are not apart from us, but part of us,

For love is eternal,
And those we love shall be with us throughout all eternity.

Anon