The weather was quite nice yesterday, unlike today. Today, it is gloomy and we had a baby rain this morning. It's getting cold, and I, for once, are no longer care about the coldness.
I'm supposed to do some works, but doing work under duress is stressful enough.
I miss him, badly. Especially around sahur. I can always picture him coming to the kitchen and waiting for his rice to be served. And asking us to eat, because towards the end of Ramadhan, we normally have a very little appetite.
And I just realise, that I won't see him again, ever, in this world.
But talking to Anis makes me realise, how selfish and ungrateful I am. She lost her father when she was just 5 years old. And her father was murdered. Murdered, ladies and gentlemen. Murdered.
Al-Fatihah to those who who have gone, that hold the most special place in our hearts.