Two happy Weekends

Assalamualaikum all,

Nothing is more happier than being together, when the whole family is around. When listening to the children's shouts and laughs. Allah has given these happiness on two unexpected occasions on two weekends.

Hakim's poor fingers due to eczema

Sunday, 29 October, its the outing day for Sabrina, and visiting day for Hakim. Ibu was ahead of time preparing lunch to bring to Hakim. We will fetch Sabrina from her school and head to Hakim's to serve him lunch. But... a message from a neighbour (who was with Hakim at school) informed that his eczema had worsened. We decided to take him to the clinic instead of just visiting him. A lunch we had together, a solat in jemaah with Hakim leading the solat is the most beautiful moment at break despite the tight a busy schedule. And ibu, managed to pack some food for them while kakak mixed the churros batter for them to taste. A happy family... Alhamdulillah. We never thought that we will be together during the weekend. Alhamdulillah... thank you Allah.

Friday, 31st October, at 3pm, Sabrina called, asked to be picked from school. It's her weekend overnight stayhome. Ibu wasn't expecting it. It was not in the schedule. It was unplanned, the teachers decided to let them leave the hostel to give some space for the seniors who are preparing for their SPM. Ibu was as delighted as Sabrina, picked her up from school. Looking forward for Sunday, 2 November, when it's Hakim's outing day. It's another unplanned get together. Alhamdulillah. Thank you Allah.

Having them at home gives a live to the quiet house. Ibu will be busy but that makes me happy. Busy with cooking, talking, shouting, nagging (not really), instructing ... but that makes me happy. When night comes, ibu has no more strength to even lift a finger... but ibu is still happy.

Allahu a'lam.

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