Hello readers, sorry for not updating this blog lately because I was in JB. It was a last minute thing, It was a wednesday evening when I was just taking my nap. Then, my mom started waking me up in an annoying manner she said that my uncle was in a critical condition so she asked me to pack my bags because my aunt is going to pick me up in another 15 minutes. So, I pack 3 undies 1 baju melayu 1 shirt and 2 pair of jeans. I bathe and put on my Halloween jubah and waited for my aunt and at 6pm we went to JB.
Arrived JB around 10pm, my heart was pounding at times like this because it scares me. I do not know why, but it just do. I went inside my uncles house and salam all of my relatives. Some which I hate. Well, you know who. Anyway, I went to his room and saw him very weak. Its like he was in pain. WAIT! He is in PAIN! I wanted to approach him but I just can't because I'm afraid that I might cry. So, I just stood beside his bed and prayed to god to not let him suffer. He is a very religious man and I respect that because he use to be like my cousins and I, WILDCHILD and always gets into trouble and I don't think that he deserve to suffer like that.
After that short visit, I went to Aqeels room and bathe. Yes, I love bathing. I pamper myself in the toilet with that cold water. Its refreshing! You should try it sometimes. Then, I went back to his room. He saw me and he said "Hi nick" I tried to avoid because I was too afraid to see him but I force myself to hold that tears behind my head and I replied "hi wak lil" and sat beside him. He held my hand and whispered "Jaga aqeel baik baik, jangan main je. Jaga diri and jangan lupa solat." I replied "insyallah" and then I let him rest.
That was a relief.
I slept in that cold room upstairs with no blanket or sweater. I could practically freeze to death. Woke up at 5 something and perform my subuh prayers with my relatives. Obviously, I went back to bed.
On Thursday, people started coming over to visit him like alot! Relatives which I do not know off, my dad's friends and everyone who was everyone was there to visit him. I spent the day playing with Ezekiel and with my annoying little cousins. Hanging out with the big ones and fooling around with Aqeel and Fathin. We found out that their little brother have a crush on this girl named Atiqah or something. It was funny btw, when he said that she never spoke to him and when Aqeel said that he writes her name on the calender or something similar to that effect.
Thursday was fun,
We got lost of wanting to go to McDonalds. Yes, Thanks JB cousin who does not know the nearest Drive Thru McD. -.-" They said it usually takes them about 15 minutes to get there. But at that night, it freakin took us an hour! We had supper and shared memories of the old days and compared McDonalds in Malaysia and in Singapore.
I was supposedly to go home on friday at 8am. But something happen. My uncle was really really sick. It was like he was about to go. I mean, if he did go he looks kinda ready. He looks like he is ready to go. He repent, left his will, never missed any prayers and he zikirs alot. That is how I want to go. Plus, all of his family members were beside him. It was emotional and scary all at the same time but it did look like a perfect way to go and it was a FRIDAY. So, we all canceled our plans to go back home on that day because I think everyone was prepared for the worst to happen. We left him in his room and let him rest.
I went to sleep on that night at 2am because there was a blackout and my cousins were telling ghost stories which is still running in my mind right now. -.-"
Woke up today at 5am, I was very very sleepy to solat. But, I had to. I took my wuduk and sat at the sofa and closed my eyes.
And then,
"Assalamualaikum!"It was my uncle
WALKING towards the living room looking very very
GOOD and wanting to solat berjemaah with us. My closed eyes were
WIDE open. See, how miracles happen?
After solat, there was a mini tazkirah. I went back to sleep at 7.20 and woke up at 11.00am.
After maghrib, I packed my bags and salam all my relative and was prepared to go home. I was searching for my uncle but he was not in his room. I asked Aqeel, and he said my uncle was outside. I went outside and saw him walking at the garden. It was a miracle! I swear! If only you readers could see what he went through on that friday afternoon you would be shock that he is now actually
WALKING and was
ALERT to his surroundings. I hugged him and he told me to take care of myself.
See, if you pray and you repent and you remember Allah always. Miracles happen. And when it does in front of you. It really opened your eyes and makes you wanna repent too.
until then,
