The trial

At this stage, the trial of death and illness comes into my life, and so does happen to people around me. The people who I know for long time ago, were told passed away. The strong man who looked so powerful 20 years back, suddenly was informed died. Regardless who were tested earlier, sooner or later, your turn will arrive. I met several women who lost both parent, just like me. I know understand their feelings and alike to those who lost later than me, now they understand my feelings as well.

Having no parents in this world, make almost nothing matters. Money, friends, wealth - of course still important but the loneliness without our root can't be described in words. By the way, life must goes on, fighti!

During the trial of death and illness, the support from people around you is extremely important. But, everyone is fighting hard battle. Being in the situation of life-death, I tend to be more sensitive. I care words come out from their mouth. I blame them for being insensitive. I am loosing my mom, please don't say whatever you want!

The trial changes my perception and expectation towards people around me. O Allah, guide me through right path.

Visionaries

We went to a university for an interview with a CEO of a uni's holding. He praised the former VC for his visionaries. Even though he was no longer with univ, his dream stays. Remember how visionaries Rasul is. During the khutbah wida', Rasul wants the audience to deliver to those who were not there, in hope they will have better understanding from those who directly listen from him. Remember when Malaikat asked what he wants for the people of Yathrib after throwing him with stones until bleeding, remember when people of ansar questioned with the delegation of treasures from a battle? Endless stories how visionaries Rasul is. Enlightened with knowledge, keep visionaries!

POEM

I went out not knowing my destination as if I had no friends..my sadness filled every part of me.

I have little care for eating and drinking, but I care about those who were by my side… and left.

It ended when they stoned my house down, there was no home that could shield me from the burning sun.

Love died in my heart a long time ago.

BY NADER, SYRIA (During Syrian conflict, Nader had lost a son and two grandchildren)