How is it even possible to feel extremely close to someone who is currently miles and miles away. For the past three years knowing just this one guy, someone so simple and someone so calm, my love for this one person seems to grow each and every time. There was never a time when I had ever doubted how I felt. Somehow, deep inside, I just know.
And for the past week, I had a strong feeling that this relationship is going just the way I had dreamt it to be. The guy who’s currently carrying out his pilgrimage to Mecca visited various places and he took every opportunity he had (by capturing photographs) and shared with me the significance of the places. I really wanted to be there. And I hope it’ll be him who would bring me there. He took those words as a prayer and replied it with “InsyaAllah, I will. Amin.”
Later, he then visited the grave of our prophet and he shared with me just how scared and nervous he felt at that moment. For the first time ever, I saw him so overwhelmed with countless emotions. I’ve seen his the emotional side of him previously before, but this was simply incomparable. He explained that he felt fear because he felt as if he had done many sins, and though our prophet has long passed away, he felt his strong presence there as if he has been watching him all along. And that he was too shy to even come close.
At that moment, when he told me all these, I somehow felt so happy. All that I have prayed for this relationship, is for it to be blessed. And I was slowly being enlightened. Somehow bringing ourselves closer to God, brought us even closer together MasyaAllah. How amazing can that be.
Oh Allah, thank you for making me feel this way. I have, and always will keep this faith in my heart. For it’s You, Oh Allah, whom I worship and I love ❤
Perhaps Mum is right. And maybe I’m not righteous as I thought I would be.
If I were, I wouldn’t have felt as if thousands of rocks were being thrown at me.
I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace
On the morning of 19 May 2013, baby Anas joined our family as the first grandson weighing approximately 3.6 kg. I was even heavier as a baby, a 3.8 kg fatso that is.
I carried him in my arms, and boy was he as light as a feather. He curled comfortably as I gently cradled him. Oh gosh, cuteness overload!!
He’s just so tiny!!
Anyway, it’s not like we did not pay enough attention to my eldest sissy who gave birth to this adorable creature. She actually looked perfectly fine after the short labour! Hahahaha in fact she was just rambling on about how fantastic her replacement gynae was~
Annoying Allie with her little brother, Anas. As predicted, she had already shown signs of over-protectionism earlier in the hospital. Hahahaha!
Till then, baby Anas~ I can’t wait to spend more time with you my lil buddy. May you grow up to be a smart and handsome lad. And may life not be too harsh on you, dear lil buddy ❤