During fasting month, if it’s almost 7 pm and Hubby is still not back from work, I’ll get one of the kids to call him. If he’s on the way back home, then it’s ok. But if he switches off his handphone, meaning he’s still stuck at work.
Then I’ll get these mix feelings of pity, sad, lonely, worry, anxious, missing him…..
Today those feelings came again.
While my kids and I were sitting on the dining chair, with lots of good foods being served in front of us, waiting for the Maghrib Adzan from the radio, the man of the house was not here with us😦
Here I was worryingly asking myself if he managed to break his fast, or did he even know it was time to break the fast. What food or drink did he break his fast with?
Watching my kids ate, I brought up the subject that how lucky we were having to break our fast at the comfort of our home, while Abah was still working out there so that we would money to buy food and clothes. I was emotional on that part, and I almost cried. I could sense that they felt the same way as I did, wanting very much that their Abah was here breaking fast with us.
I remembered a few years back when Hubby traveled frequently, even during Ramadhan. The same feeling that I felt when he was gone. Presently, it’s not that bad as he’s still in town. But those years, he had to travel as far as in United States for the duration as long as nine weeks. I was worried sick about his well-beings there, while I struggled single-handedly handling three small children on my own here. Those were most difficult times that I had to endure. But Alhamdulillah, I survived with Allah’s help.
So everytime if Hubby is not back before Maghrib, those feelings will always haunt me.