Assalamualaikum wbt
Oh Allah, I still remember the day that I was extremely heartbroken.
I remember that it happened in Ramadhan.
I remember one night, as I was sitting in masjid, waiting for Tarawih prayer, memories started to come, and I, being the weakest person at that moment, could no longer hold my tears from falling.
Right at that time, Ummi patted my back, gently.
She was trying to comfort me.
She didn't even asked.
Not even a word.
It was as if she understood it all.
But of course, she did.
The pain, The sadness, The anger.
And my tears kept on falling.
Tears of relief. Tears of love.
Knowing that I have my mother to give me support.
And above all, I have Allah swt,
Who know all the good things meant for me, the slave.
Few years have passed.
I'm hoping for something good this time.
Something worth the pain and the tears.
May Allah ease. Insya Allah.
Oh Allah, I still remember the day that I was extremely heartbroken.
I remember that it happened in Ramadhan.
I remember one night, as I was sitting in masjid, waiting for Tarawih prayer, memories started to come, and I, being the weakest person at that moment, could no longer hold my tears from falling.
Right at that time, Ummi patted my back, gently.
She was trying to comfort me.
She didn't even asked.
Not even a word.
It was as if she understood it all.
But of course, she did.
The pain, The sadness, The anger.
And my tears kept on falling.
Tears of relief. Tears of love.
Knowing that I have my mother to give me support.
And above all, I have Allah swt,
Who know all the good things meant for me, the slave.
Few years have passed.
I'm hoping for something good this time.
Something worth the pain and the tears.
May Allah ease. Insya Allah.
