Gloomy Friday

Today is one gloomy friday.
Like nature knew about grief.. it was mourning.
I saw the orphans, at such young age having to go through loss of a parent.
It is painful to watch, I can only imagine what the child goes through.

I prayed to Allah in my heart that Max will not have to go through that, inshallah.

Separation is already big enaf of a dugaan I have put him through.

I am in fact trying to be the best mom and dad I cud be for him.
Jules is being amazing by being both to him too.

In everything we do, our travel plans.. our weekend plans..
We have made ammendments to suit his capability.

But Im pretty much confident we will succeed.

For one, he can almost recide the Al-fatihah, knowing that Isyak has 4 rakaat, and knowing the sequence to prayers at age 5 are some of the indications that we are doing alright.

I still have to teach him to ride a bike, send him for taekwondo classes are two of the many steps I have to take give him the best.

Truth is, life is a journey.
I stopped complaining about the things I dont have but rather look at the things Im blessed with. Alhamdullillah.
For what others should do, I started doing.

I realise, I will gain more, as in I would be closer to my son more than ever.
Plus see him grow into a beautiful person.
At the end of the day, it is his happiness that matters.
And with that Im happy.