It’s not always a clear sky ....

Assalamualaykum

There are days where the sky is bright, the feelings were great. But there are days where the sky is cloudy and the feelings are gloomy.

I seldom read messages from the former school mate. Not that I don’t like to read them, but there are too many messages to read and take action upon. Work is now all through the messages. Groups are mushrooming with more task to be completed. This is the new working norm that is here to stay. Something that was once very alien are now become very accustomed to. For example, online classes, online meetings etc.

This afternoon, I make through into the group when I see a sudden increased in postings. A husband to our friend, is currently very sick. I made an effort to call the friend to ask of her being and her husband’s condition. Once a healthy man, is now down with multiple sickness. May Allah grant him recovery and patience to my dear friend in facing this crisis. In Allah we put our trust.

To Noryani, Allah knows what is best and is giving you the best.

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Me myself, today is a very tiring day. There are days when you are so energetic and strong. But there are days when you are at your lowest energy level. And today is my day. I was very tired for no reason. Perhaps age factor is taking its toll. Earlier I planned to cook for dinner, but had to cancel and opted for ordering the food. However, after Isyak I pushed my self into prepping for tomorrow’s meal. This is to ensure that the same thing will not crop up again.

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Similar to this is our iman (faith). There are days when we are at the highest level, but there are days when we were weaken. And we need to push ourself and not to let the heart follows or go astray. There’s a doa that was taught so that we stay in iman.

Jannah is too beautiful, and it requires some effort to be in there.

So, let’s always refresh our iman.

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