Afrina came back from her camping, all sweaty, tanned and a sore throat.
She was so excited to tell about all her experience from the camping trip, but because of her hoarse voice, I couldn’t catch what she’s rambleling about. I advised her not to talk much now until her voice comes back. Actually I wanted my peace. 😀
I can see that she’s really exhausted. I told her to take a shower, do her prayers and catch some sleep before her siblings come back from school. There shall be no peace once they are home.
True enough. Once Afiqah and Affandy came back, there goes the peacefulness. They were excited to see their elder sister only for 5 minutes. Then the siblings bickering started.
On the other issue, my body are aching right now, especially on my arms. I pasted the medicated plasters or “koyok” all over my arms. It doesn’t look pretty, but I need to do something to get rid of the pain fast. The over-full laundry and the over-full ironing basket are screaming at me! Due to the pain, I had the chance to close my kitchen for today. The Nasi Bungkus and Tahu Goreng tasted like the best meals I’ve ever had.
One more thing, right after our Maghrib prayer, we recited some Selawat to our beloved Rasulullah. We let Affandy chose which Selawat to recite and we had him beat his gendang throughout the Selawat. I think we should do this more often. Love to hear the little voices of my children reciting the Selawat. Somehow I hope by these Selawat, it will deepen our love for our beloved Rasulullah s.a.w.
The huge and tremendous energy circulated on the merciful night of 12 Rabi’ul Awal. Masya’Allah….
It’s beyond description.
Afrina goes for her compulsory 3-days camp for P5 students. I know the camp site is somewhere in Choa Chu Kang, but I have no idea where is the exact location. I heard from the parents of previous P5 students that parents were allowed to attend their campfire night last year. But I did not receive any notification or invitation from the school. A friend of mine found out for me that, this year, due to space constraint, parents are not invited to the event.
There goes my chance to see and feel how a campfire night is like. The last time I went when I was in Secondary 4. Yes, that was eon years ago.
Students these days are so lucky that they have the chance to attend such event at early age.
Am I worried on how Afrina will do out there for 3 days? Nope.
Knowing her, I know she’s enjoying every second of it. She had went for a camping before by other organization, so I know she will love this too.
Do I miss her? Definitely yes.
She’s a great help to me. I’m used to have three noisy kids at home, but when one is not around, definitely there’s something missing. She is also being missed by her sister and brother. Afiqah wrote “Miss Kakak” on the white board in the girls’ room, while Affandy told his Abah in his sad and little voice saying, “”Ady miss Kakak”. Absense make the hearts grow fonder. 😀
Let see how’s thing when Afrina is back on Friday…..
Be there, just for Allah and our beloved Rasulullah s.a.w.
These were never a performance. “Anak Anak Cinta Rasul” gathered here because of Allah and Rasulullah s.a.w.
May Allah protect these children, fill their heart with lots of love and gratitude towards our Rasulullah s.a.w, and make them the warriors of Islam. Amin.
Happy 11th birthday to my first baby, AFRINA.
You are smart, you are beautiful and you are my first love.
I LOVE YOU.
I couldn’t bear another day of feeling miserable. It’s hurting too much.
I asked Allah to show me the best way to tackle the situation. I would accept whatever consequences. I left everything to HIM. And HE showed to the way.
Thanks to Allah, I was glad I made the move. The result was beyond expectation and I was relieved that the miserable days were over. Only love is felt.
Love and being loved. Miss and being missed. The love and blessing is something that could not be described. Only feel.
Thank you, ALLAH….