Have been wandering around hospital for these last 4 months.
And that's the best place to seek gratitude.
If you say you're at the lowest point in your life
You're gonna take those words until you see those person in hospital
The one whose nose was attached to a pipe
The one whose breath was helped by ventilator
The one whose head was bandaged post operation
The one whose skins were stiched
And the picture of a woman took care of her husband, and how a man really took care of his wife, accompanied by her daughter.
Or a child lean on her mother's arm.
Or an old man sat in a wheelchair, accompanied by his sons.
It really is a struggle. Pure sacrifice. Purest love spreads with sincerity.
And surely, heaps of patience surrounded around those hearts.
Somehow all leads to a goal which, i wanna be there for the people i love, my future husband, kids, parents and myself. I have to. Who doesn't?
Until one time I went on mushola, the prayer room, i saw this one man who had difficulties on praying. My tear stream couldn't even be held anymore.
Like how if, after all these eases we got, Allah choose to take the ease to pray.
That must have been hard.
How if, after all these years we're living, we can't get closer to Allah at our elder time, at the very ending of this life.
Like, how, if?
Hopefully we're always be surrounded by the ease of praying, halawatul iman, ease of getting hidayah from Allah SWT.
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