I'm one of the guilty FB users who have abandoned Blogspot for a more laid back interactive tool. And no, I haven't been blogging or else it would have been printed here already.
I missed it tho. I believe blogging had somehow sorted out my life in a strange cant-put-my-finger-on it way. All my rants and journey earlier (blogging days) was a documentary of the path I was taking, weighing the routes I wish to take, and finally reaching the destination. There is something I have forgotten to do though. I forgot to think about what to do when I reached the destination. How can I forget my breathlessness, my silent shock when news that I was going to move here (KSA) was told to me in a hospital room where both my kids were admitted for some virus infection? It was an awkward place or situation to celebrate, yet too good a news to just let pass. I cried, yes, I remembered. I cried on my habibi's shoulder and praising Him for answering our prayers.
A year had passed...and life has changed in such big ways for all of us. When He wants to give, He can give beyond any imagination. ALHAMDULILLAHI RABBIL ALAMEEN. I already knew long ago that He answers prayers, and I know for certain, the prayers will be answered in time - when the time is right. And He knows better. ALLAHUL AZEEEM.
The time has come to set new priorities, new objectives or set the bar higher. I'm not quite sure what it is right now. But I know, there is a calling to do more. It's only the least I can do for all the blessings he has bestowed on us. Before I could even think of any, got to straightened out the daily rituals, persevere in the difficulties I'm facing while learning, be patient with things that don't work out, be ikhlas in friendship...
I pray I will find out what the calling is soon...
I pray that I will be better, not worst
I pray that I live as a believing Muslim, and die as a believing Muslim
I pray that my children be protected from harm always
I pray for my husband's safety when he travels for work
I pray for all our success
I pray I won't forget to pray
I missed it tho. I believe blogging had somehow sorted out my life in a strange cant-put-my-finger-on it way. All my rants and journey earlier (blogging days) was a documentary of the path I was taking, weighing the routes I wish to take, and finally reaching the destination. There is something I have forgotten to do though. I forgot to think about what to do when I reached the destination. How can I forget my breathlessness, my silent shock when news that I was going to move here (KSA) was told to me in a hospital room where both my kids were admitted for some virus infection? It was an awkward place or situation to celebrate, yet too good a news to just let pass. I cried, yes, I remembered. I cried on my habibi's shoulder and praising Him for answering our prayers.
A year had passed...and life has changed in such big ways for all of us. When He wants to give, He can give beyond any imagination. ALHAMDULILLAHI RABBIL ALAMEEN. I already knew long ago that He answers prayers, and I know for certain, the prayers will be answered in time - when the time is right. And He knows better. ALLAHUL AZEEEM.
The time has come to set new priorities, new objectives or set the bar higher. I'm not quite sure what it is right now. But I know, there is a calling to do more. It's only the least I can do for all the blessings he has bestowed on us. Before I could even think of any, got to straightened out the daily rituals, persevere in the difficulties I'm facing while learning, be patient with things that don't work out, be ikhlas in friendship...
I pray I will find out what the calling is soon...
I pray that I will be better, not worst
I pray that I live as a believing Muslim, and die as a believing Muslim
I pray that my children be protected from harm always
I pray for my husband's safety when he travels for work
I pray for all our success
I pray I won't forget to pray
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