Syukur alhamdulillah....such an uneventful week, despite handling the lunch hour clinic. No weird cases at lunch time, no complaints, no ill-wheelchair bound patient, and no last minute FBC patient. Only one admission for dengue fever. Syukur, syukur.
Attended usrah in Tuesday night, in other words, recharging the energy! Glad to hear lectures from naqib, and happy to meet other sisters and brothers in fikrah. Fastaqim!
At the end of the day, all the accummulated joy, sadness, hurtful, despair, frustration, thankful, worries, funny, and so on, burst, like a bomb. Exploded. Everything came out on its own. Such a melancholic drive home. Fifty minutes weeping drive, alone in the car. Even when its almost near home, tears still pouring fast. Just like the sudden heavy rain at 6 just now.
Definitely not hormones. Just an overloaded jar of feelings. Either you pour out some, or the jar will explode and break into pieces. Still teary while writing this entry anyway.
Let me lose my face, but not my attitude.
Let me lose my job, not my family.
Let me lose my life, not my faith.
Let me not having spouse or children, but I die in iman and Islam.
Don't be sad, everything Allah has planned for you.
Have some faith.
Faith is believing.
I am done with my weeping, but I just lost my words. Tonight will be a quiet night to end with. May tomorrow be better.
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