alhamdulillah, the last 10 days were peaceful, even though i stil had nitemares in tanah haram, bt i fel as if the soul were recovering. Just by luking at the holy black cube of kaabah-the Muslims qiblat, the heart felt safe. Close.to the Creator.
Bt recent event gave us a huge blow. It wasnt just tat, it was a trauma for the family. I once asked, where is home? N a lot of ppl wld answer home is where u feel the happiest. Now i dont feel like i hv a home anymore. The safest place i cld find confort in, had been invaded by strangers i didnt noe existed in my life. There was only imaginary home deep inside our hearts built by us, the mere memory but strong feeling tat Allah is stil always with us, giving the warmth we all wished for.
Ohh Allah, what have we become if it werent for the fact You Are Always Here?
Albaqarah: ...verily, the help of Allah is (always) near..
I repeated tat every moment i was awake.
At night we cldnt sleep, our rooms were a mess. Too terrified to clear the mess, we sisters curled up to one another, and patted each other. Tears were stil streaming silently as we felt alone, n so afraid tat someone might invade our personal space again. We were heartbroken to see our parents face, the dim n gloom face striking great fear n worriness. They tried to calm us down, but i noe the were the most uncalmed.
I wish this was just a nitemare. No matter how terrified the nitemare was, in the end someone wld call me up to the reality. But not this time. Who wld wake us up from the trauma?
...verily, the help of Allah is (always) near..
Someday, we will see.
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