In February my wife miscarriage...all of us were sadden with the event. I held my 4 months old fetus...everything was perfect except for his skull. The blessings maybe as consoled by the doctor, maybe he may not survived after birth. May Allah blessed him, and wait for me in Heaven. Or at least he went there for sure.
That part was over but the scene started earlier went from bad to worse. I can't stop from thinking whether this will be the beginning of an end. So many things happen that I need to think...tried to separate all those madness and peel the sweetness in it. But damn it was sooo hard that every time I almost had it...new madness came in.
Slowly...am drawing out the plan...and as I thought it was positively accepted...it derailed from the plan. Ramadhan came...with all the blessings that He promised...Syawal approaching...let's see whether the time would wear off my patience to execute...or it has turned stone and hard to ever bother again.
