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Ramadhan is here again

Alhamdulillah, we are all fortunate to still be breathing for another Ramadhan. A month for 'ibadah', to devote ourselves to the Creator as a sign of grateful for all the good things happened to us.

As for me, the actual Ramadhan hasn't started yet. And it was a hectic start for Ramadhan this year. With first Ramadhan spent in the medical center. It wasn't me, it was Sabrina this time. She was only down with fever, in fact, not a very high fever. However, she collapsed at the fish shop on Monday (9th August). She was standing beside me when suddenly I heard her crying voice softly, I asked her why ...? She answered, she cannot see. I asked her again, what is it that she cannot see, she answered - 'Everything'. At that point, I knew that she's fainting. I hold her closed to me when she slowly passed out. I carried her on my shoulder unnoticingly of the weight and rush to the car. I was quite scared at that time not knowing the cause of her faint. Is it due to the lack of oxigen? (that was what worried me most!!). As Klinik Baharuddin (the nearest clinic closed), I decided to take to the next nearest clinic - Pusat Kesihatan UiTM. Arriving at the Pusat Kesihatan, with the help of the nurses on duty, she regained conscious .... ALHAMDULILLAH. An observation showed that the oxigen level is OK, again, I was relieved. But as suggested by the doctor on duty (also after tele-consultation with Dr Zuhrah and quick search on the internet), we took her to Medical Center that night. There, she stayed for 4 days for further test and observation.

Alhamdulillah, there's nothing serious, just a fever for a bacterial attack. Ya Allah! this test is too small if compared to all the things that you have granted me in my life.

"Then which of the favours of your Lord will you deny"

Surah al-Rahman.


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