She walked unaccompanied to the sitting room and sat herself, cried and cried and cried from the heart. She walked round the seating room restless and ran short of words as to what next to do. She was being waited outside and final inspection would be made on him. She was a Christian and so she wailed openly in the eyes of onlookers. The children and their mothers had come with the first flight and there was silence and great sadness in the heart of many of them.
In a moment later, on a convoy of the president motorcade, they drove to the cemetery. It was Dandali’s cemetery, the best cemetery with the best security in the country where only devoted Muslims were buried. Assalam alaikum yaa ahlil kuboor ( Peace be upon you O people of the graves ) they said as they got to the cemetery. An Islamic head read prepared remarks, which were then translated into Arabic by a native speaker to the interest of foreigners. He said the Janaza prayers and silently in the next moment they silently observed it.  As children of the great Allah we should share the sentiment of Patriarch Mohammad who mourned his son by saying ‘ The eyes shed tears and the heart is grieved, but we will not say anything except which pleases our Lord’. One should strive to be patient, and remember that Allah is the One who gives life and takes it away, at a time appointed by Him. It is not for us to question His wisdom.’
Those that accompanied the Janazah poured three handful of soil on the roof of the grave. The remaining part of the grave was then be filled up with soil. Again all present contributed three handful of soil to finally complete the grave. That was the end.
 The rites were carried out in the way of Islam and he was interned that afternoon, in the midst of family members and sympathizers who huddled around and console themselves. Ribadau’s funeral was less impressive, being generally marked by very few genuine expression of grief.
The death, the loss, the beginning, the end, the shame, the many starts-over’s, all came close to her. It pained her greatly and disturbed the balance of her mind. Another blow. She  watched the shadow formed as she stood by the soft sun. She saw her future in her mind. Be it ever so beautiful, she was old, too old now for any man to watch her beauty. Her biological clock was ticking. She was not going to have children again. She had aged greatly for that; already in her menopause. Her future had just like ended. Henceforth, the soft line in her face disappeared to heavy wrinkles and blackness. That was for tomorrow. She saw it.
Even after many days of Mr. Ribadaus death, Mrs. Zack slept badly and ate a little. Sympathizers still trooped in their numbers to say there sorry. His death caused her variety of reactions; she had come to understood widowhood, now the second time really involved more than living without a husband, but anxiety, loneliness, depression and restlessness - at the time of her life that she needed someone to be with her. She felt she had lost everything; she had lost the identity of which she must be recognized for her future goals. She dealt with a lot of emotions and frustration, which she suffered alone, but now on how to carry on with life. Her ambitions which she had nursed would one day come to a reality had finally come to an end with the setting of the sun at dawn. 
She was still not relaxed, not protected. Muslims, family friends, relative and faithful still considered her a worldly, a pagan married by a brother who will get punished by Allah at Aljanar. She does not observe anything with the faithful, not even dua. She does not chant or respond to prayer chants or accept Assalamaikun commonly used and does not use chador. She still go naked in her hair. It was the fault of their brother. As a Muslim, he had the right to marry many wives though all were to be believers.
The Spanish captain’s daughter who had for all in her life being fortunate and had struck love, wealth and recognition in the hands of top class citizens of the nation had gotten another bad pill. The death was a big loss to her when she had seen herself stepping on many toes and ascended above all her contemporaries in both the media and household conservation. The two men who had figured so largely in her life had abandoned her for the cold grave. Hm.