Alhamdulillah... Allah has bestowed and showered HIS blessings on me ... I am still breathing to go through and to feel the barakah of Ramadhan ....
Just like before, Ramadhan always reminds me of my beloved late brother Azmin. It has been 10 years. He has been missed a lot. I still remember, Azmin never missed his Terawih during his last Ramadhan... one of the hidden signs before he left us for good.
It's a ritual I guess... first Iftar in Ramadhan will be spent together with the whole family.... followed by maghrib jemaah. This year is a bit different. Dad is no longer the Imam. Ed is leading the prayer now. Dad now performs his prayer on wheelchair. Anis who turned 5 last Jan, don herself in telekung to be part of the jemaah. She stands besides mum who sits on a chair for all her prayers now. Things are not the same. Mum used to cook for the first Iftar in Ramadhan. After what happened, she is no longer that capable to do "heavy cooking". The duty firmly rests on me! Well, think I should be proud of myself... hahahhha... even though today something happened during cooking. The stove exploded!!!! I escaped unhurt (even though I could feel my heart beating so fast). Thought someone's pray/ wishes come through. But I guess HE rules the situation. I am still blessed .... I am still breathing... deep and continuous .Alhamdulillah...
To all my family members and my dear friends, I hope we will sail through this Ramadhan with good deeds and never ending patience. Deep in my heart, I am also hoping that HE opens the hearts of some people ...to accept life with an open mind. Insyallah HE knows what's the best for everyone of us.
Salam Ramadhan peeps!
