You Were So Mistaken

On the final day of your departure from the virtual world, may you now be at peace. Whatever was in your closet, let them speculate but only the Lord knows best.

Smile and know that the world is still thinking of you, but they can no longer abuse you.

The Power of Praying

My mind totally was shut off from all the planning pursuing the good news that we received. For almost every day my thinking cap was revolving around my medic princess, thank you for two beautiful friends who were willing to extend their hands to her, which also eased my worrying a bit.

Yesterday, I finally realized that I had so many things to do before May of next year (InsyaAllah). Hubby and I prepared a small advert to be posted on the notice board; while at the same time I sent an email to someone that we are comfortable with, informing her of our intentions.

Staying alone, I keep on organizing things mentally, till to a point that I was feeling drained out by my own OCDs. At this point of time, I can only turn to the Almighty Lord for peace and solace. I kneeled down to Him and asked Him to bless us with our desires, to bless us with our planning and to help us meet our intended timeliness.

Please trust me when I say that I believe in the power of praying. It was during Iftar, the phone rang, it was not a familiar number, I answered in between my two angels’ busy digging into their plates (hubby had dinner outside). Yes, the first caller, yes the first person to show an interest, yes they may not close down the deal, but Almighty Lord had answered my prayers. I felt choked with this blessing, and could only go on thanking Him while the desire for eating my Iftar just vanished.

To my kids, trust no one but Him, as He will not fail you, but be patient with your power of praying.

Thank you Lord.

Shattered By Your Tears

For the Ramadhan month I have to wake up a couple of times, firstly to wake everyone up for `syahur’, then to see Chef Diva off to work, third time to wake my little angel and finally to wake hubby and see him off to work.

Last Thursday was nothing different, the routine was adhered to, and once everyone was out of the house, I went and cleaned the kitchen or put the laundry to wash while waiting for the phone call from my little angel to let me know that she is safe in school. Once all these were in place, I went back to my room to catch up on my sleep or to watch the news on CNN, or to check my mails.

That morning hubby called early from work, he was so excited to let me know that they had finally called and gave us the news that we have been waiting for. We could not thank the Lord more especially when such news comes in the holy month of Ramadhan and on a Thursday. Both our minds went shooting like rockets one after the other planning and planning and planning. We were simply overjoyed.

My medic princess called later that morning as she was about to leave for her trip, I can’t help but share with her the happy news, we talked about some more common things, laughing and giggling, while at the same time I was reminding her to do all the necessities before her long trip.

But good news were not meant to last forever, about an hour after our telephone conversation, she did a miss call, when I called her back, my heart was shattered to hear her cry, to hear her so helpless in the rain, to hear her so confused, to hear my baby in distraught. I was dumbfounded. The tears could not come out, I was just calling and calling every few minutes to let her know that she does not have to be afraid, that I am there with her though not physically.

That day I can’t remember how many times, I kneel down to the Lord and offer my thanks for she and her friends were safe. Like being in a phobia, I feel so afraid if I do not hear her voice or get a text message from her, so I could not sleep at all. I was just sitting in the dark and checking my phone every so often.

Again thank you Lord for your blessings, and thank you for protecting my baby and her friends.

Beaten But Not Broken

Is it possible to be so hurt, that nothing else matters? That it makes you go on your daily chores without a thought of contentment anymore that it makes you feel no pain despite all the pain that you know you have.

So what do you do in a situation like this? Do you keep going with the hope that the sun will start shining again, or do you keep wishing that whatever happened was just a bad dream, and that everything will be back to normal once you are awake. May be if the hurting was a one-time experience then it will be easy to try and walk on, however, if the hurting is an ongoing activity, the best thing to do would be to get out of the situation once and for all.

Please believe me when I say that no one can walk on me anymore, no one and that includes you. I may be beaten but don’t forget I will not be broken.

Man With Moustache

Funny conversations between two sisters on a train ride that makes me wonder what an innocent mind could loop into.

Younger sister: you know I will feel so sad if men with moustache were killed

Elder sister: why?

Younger sister: I don’t know but it makes me feel so sad knowing that the man with moustache was killed, and if the man was old I feel sadder

Elder sister: but why?

Younger sister: I don’t know

Elder sister: if the man has beard, how?

Younger sister: with beard, no, I don’t feel sad for man with beard

Elder sister: you are weird

Sometimes, I wish I can go inside her mind and know what exactly makes her come out with such comments.