I had actually decided not to attend the kuliah at Masjid Sultan tonight due to my condition. But Allah wanted me to be there. When Hubby came back from work, he asked me to get ready and follow. How could I defy his instruction? His redha is Allah’s redha for me. Reluctantly, I went along.
Oh my Lord, I was grateful to be there. The energy and atmosphere at Masjid Sultan made me forget that I was sick. Ustaz Shafi taught us on the speciality of 10 Muharram – Hari ‘Asyura and the du’a. What awed me was the selawat and qasidah in between the class.
I was in tears looking at my son, Affandy, sitting on the stage with his Anak-Anak Cinta Rasul brothers, hitting his gendang, inspirited himself with the selawat. MasyaAllah… A mother’s pride and gratefulness that could not be described in words.
Thank you Allah for letting me have him as my son. Please protect him always, Ya Allah. Make his heart grows fond and full of love for our beloved Rasulullah S.A.W. May he continues reciting selawat in his heart always. Ameen….