Bismillāhirraḥmānirrraḥīm
It’s been nine days since we left Kakak Khalid in Serang to go to Jakarta.
It’s been five days since we left Hdinda in the operating theater to be treated in ICU afterwise.
I counted every minute, hour, and day that passed, and my heart yearned for them.
As I try to be as busy as possible, my chest still feels tight.
I long to hold them with my arm.
Suffocating from this feeling, I feel helpless.
But remember, my child, Allah is always with us.
Allah loves us the most.
Whatever Allah is destined for us happened for our good.
So bear with it, be patient, my child.
Until we meet again, InsyaAllah.
وَإِذَا مَرِضْتُ فَهُوَ يَشْفِينِ
And when I am ill, it is [God] who cures me
(Ash-Shu’ara (The Poets: 26:80) (A supplication of Prophet Abraham)
قُلْ هُوَ لِلَّذِينَ آمَنُوا هُدًى وَشِفَاءٌ
And declare (O Muhammad) that [the Quran] is a guidance and healing for the believers.
(al-Fussilat, 41:44)
Subhanakallahumma wa bihamdika, asyhadu al-laa ilaaha illaa anta, astaghfiruka, wa atuubu ilaik.
