i miss you, day four.

 Counting the days makes it much harder. Im sleepy, and im very tired. I cant remember exactly what i did for the whole day, but im really tired. Thinking makes me tired. But when do i ever stop thinking? Heh.

 My mum has been keeping the text messaging thing going. Which is good. Because i dont really feel them gone. I know they're around, just, not infront of me. Sometimes i force myself to imagine their working till late night.

 Tonight was different. I think I've held back tears for too long, that it all burst out just now during our weekly solat hajat and taubah routine led by Dan. Every thursday night, the whole family would perform isya' together, usually led by dad. After performing isya' we would then perform solat taubah, and after that, solat hajat. Dad made it our weekly routine, and now, performing it tonight without him leading the zikr, and the solat, squeezed my heart, and then came the tears.

 I miss them. And oh God it has only been freaking four days. And here i am, studying so hard to get myself to another country.

(after 6 minutes)

  THEY CALLED :D !!

  It was great hearing their voices again! Dad is having flu, mum is alright. Alhamdulillah :) !


  SubhanAllah, my prayers answered in an insant ! :D