I felt gloomy today. Gloomy Friday. I was devastated. I felt as though the world has fallen apart. Everything shambles onto me. I cried the whole morning. I cancelled my appointment with my student. I can't let her see my red ayes. But lifes like that. There are days when we are full with laughter and there are days when we are down into tears. I have not felt this way for so long.
Beginning Ramadhan, my heart easily touches. I easily broke into tears. But this morning it was not drop of tears, its a downfall. What can I do to make things better? Reading alQuran will definitely help, but I chose to pick-up the phone and call the number belongs to someone whom undoubtedly loves me with all the heart. Husband? No, husband's love is never comparable to this love. Husband's love cannot be guaranteed forever (but I pray to Allah that my husband will love me forever --- but again, what guarantees this??). The LOVE that I meant on this world is MY MOTHER.
Listening to her voice put a smile on my face again. I am now back on my feet. Able to carry on with today's duty. Begin a cheerful day. O Allah! It is a blessing for those who still have their mothers by their side. For those whom their mothers were no longer with them, do not forget to always send them your dua' as it was mentioned in a hadith, (Sahih Muslim):
Abu Huraira (Allah be pleased with him) reported Allah's Messenger (may peace be upon him) as saying: When a man dies, his acts come to an end, but three, recurring charity, or knowledge (by which people) benefit, or a pious son, who prays for him (for the deceased).