Shoes and Blues

♥ Dear God

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

i'll start this blog with a little prayer first.

bismillah,

on no soul does God place a burden greater than it can bear.

it gets every good that it earns, and it suffers every ill that it earns.

Surah Al-Baqarah, Ayat 286

i was at the hospital today. my grandmother was recovering from a blod clot in th brain. when i got there, my cousin, Kak Nora was already there. Kak Nora is at least 12 years older than me. so she was there on her shift to take care of my grandma. she was supposed to go off when me n my parents arrived, but she decided to stay for a while. so since there were only 3 chairs in the room, i let my mum, dad and Kak Nora sit. so i went to stand near my grandma. she looked so frail, but being your typical arab woman, she was still strong. my grandmother had gone through Asthma, Breast Cancer, Diabetes and lately Anuerysm. but today the drugs had weakened her. i held her warm hand as she went in and out of sleep. me, praying for Him to get her out of her misery. then, just before Kak Nora went off, she put some minyak panas on my grandma's forehead then started praying. i couldn't really hear what she was saying but i was really moved. when she did that, i remembered when i went to the hospital a few days back and in the middle of the day, my grandmother started praying, while lying in bed, asleep.

i ended up not going to maths tuition. so i just did my work on my own, on the floor in the corner of the room again. seeing my grandmother, i was proud to be able to call myself a 'Sharifah'. a daughter of Muhammad.