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These few weeks had been rough... First, I had to deal with some uncalled for situations... It was really really frustrating.. when you had put plenty of effort into something... and had complied with all the requirement set forth.. still.. the 'thing' goes to someone else.... but Alhamdulillah.. It was only for few hours that I realize.. this is HIS plan.. do not question.. what more to be frustrated.. because He knows best.. I know I am not ready for that yet.. from now on.. I will just keep working.. while eyeing for opportunities within my capacity...
Then.. the MH 370 tragedy.. I hope it will turned out to be mere incident, rather than tragedy... Oh Allah.. You are the Best Protector.. protect them... please Oh Allah..
After that.. it was about a friend.. who is much much older than me.. I used to go to her house to learn Quran with some of her neighbours and friends... She had always be my point of reference for any issues I am facing.. She was a doctor by the way... Her personality.. is simply pleasant.. soft spoken sister.. calm..
Last weekend, I went back to my home town.. a news was revealed to me.. by a concerned party.. (no.. I am not blaming, accusing, or trying to plot anything).. I got to know.. that .. that sister.. give her husband's hand for marriage to another lady.. much much younger lady.. the age of her own son I think.. I feel broken.. I hope she is happy.. to be frank.. I want to say this out to her.. Sis, why do you have to kill yourself like this? .. But who am I to say anything.. it is her choice.. I am not at her place.. and definitely.. I have no right to assume that she is killing her own soul.. it had been 3 days since the news is revealed to me.. I am still broken.. and bleed..
Dear husband... as much as we woman love all the beautiful things in this world.. one thing for sure.. I Love You More Than a Golden Parasol
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