Blame it on the raging hormone accompanying this pregnancy! The tears keep flowing and for a moment I didn't know how to control the outburst. So I let myself feel the pain and the tears trickling down my cheeks. I tremble uncontrollably. Masyaallah, God is great. I keep reciting the zikir...
Dear RG,
We don't know each other and probably never will. But your faith, courage, and strength have left me ashamed with myself most of the time. Your love for your children and husband reminds this wretched soul not to take her own family for granted. While some others in the same situation would shun the rest of the world and drown in self pity, you selflessly share and provide a glimpse of your life to us. Even in your flailing state, your wisdom shines. For that, I'm forever grateful. You show me what it means to be "redha" and to accept life's challenges as messages of love from Him.
Your posting today makes want to run to BEM immediately. I want to kiss his hand and seek forgiveness from him. Often times, we say and do things that might hurt our loved ones without realizing it. Sometimes it's our ego that gets in the way. At other times, it's our failure to contain our anger. We forget that life is fragile. There might not be another day to say "I'm sorry" or "I love you" to those closest to our heart.
RG,
I pray for your continued faith, strength and courage. I will include you in my doa. That is my only "sedekah" to you.
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