Bismillah hir-Rahman nir-Rahiim,
Allah humma Solli 'Ala Saidina Muhamad, wa'ali Saidina Muhamad.
The best thing about the above picture: the young father has four children that are waiting for him at the Firdaus's front gate. And I'm green with envy. He's cleaning his babies before he buries them. Allah, Allahim.
While driving yesterday, I suddenly remembered our journey to Madinah. Hot. Sad. Hotter. Sadder. Yet Happy. Ridiculous feelings?
Her greatest asset is her feeling. Devoid of it, and she is reduced to be just a mere person. Worse, she seems lost. I used to be like her. Please pray that I'm good again.
Just believe. Just. Nothing can help you except faith. Have faith.