"Hijrah" in Islam and language means starting anew and reinventing yourself. It is an epiphany that comes with a very difficult triangulation of hardships with sacrifices in Life, Yet, indeed is a beautiful process. Your Pain and prayers is answered accordingly to His Wisdom. Back when I received the devastating news that my youngest sister was attempting suicide for the first time, my heart was shattered into millions of pieces and I feared that it will be all too late one day, if I don't handle this the right way. I couldn't bare myself to lose anyone especially my own siblings. That grew with the same abuse and trauma with me. That was pressured into being excellent students and robot-like politeness. As much as I hated or vowed myself not coming back to Kuching My very own hometown due to the trauma and abuse, suffocating environment, the dreading air that I use to breath and took in to survive,yet I took a simple decision trusting my Lord and fully depended on...
Part of me still was in "Awe" by what I gone through. All I can say now is Alhamdulillah for HIS Mercy and HIS WISDOM, I survived everything "HARD" that happened to be the biggest blessings in my life. I also learn to forgive my biggest trial in Life by letting go completely of my past of being abused, fitnah, scorned and betrayed by my own Mother. I loved her. I did my best for dakwah and taught her not to abuse her words (LISAN) carelessly. Meanwhile I have to address things that happened the gaps of timing my last post which I will immortalized here. Enduring labour to my son Qalid Ayden wasn't that bad. The process of being induced to give birth is painful as hell that I wished I died. The pain is no joke although I have a high tolerance of PAIN. The pushing stage lasted only 5 minutes for me after almost 48 hours of enduring contraction by drugs. It wasn't as painful glorified by the medias and The internet because the contractions are much more inten...