From Aku, with love

Hello! i bought a new book at machang smo bookshop yesterday. i wanted to buy Laman magazine at first but there were only children magazines on the racks. So, i tried to find a romance novel but nothing attracted me. Then i saw this book, " Stop talking and start hijrah ". i just took the book , went to the counter and paid. i haven't finished reading , actually i read a bit but there's something disturbing me. When people ask you , " Do you want to enter heaven or hell? " Of course we will answer heaven. But do we act like we want to enter that place. I am talking about myself. i always prayed late because i wanted to finish my work first although i knew it's wrong. I know it's wrong to pray late but why did i still do that. Before the mco, i always went to the mosque with my husband. But after the mco, i am still praying at home. i told my husband, i will go to the mosque after i retire. But why do i have to wait? I love Allah and I really do but ...

When i looked at my mother in law, i almost cried. Sometimes,she would remember me and asked my husband about me. When i came near her, she just ignored me and continued eating. But she did answer my questions, very short answers. i don't mind as long as she wants to eat. She didn't want to eat rice or fruits. May be she couldn't. Her legs are the biggest problem. She didn't want to walk but i think she's afraid to walk. Afraid of falling. She did fall once and she might remember that incident. Her son had to lift her to put her on her mattress or on the chair. But i really salute her sons. They still treat her well. For the past few days, i made porridge and chicken soup for her. My husband would blend the chicken and the porridge until it became very smooth. Then he would add the soup to make it taste better. Not only tasty but very healthy. What i want to say here is although they have to lift her, they don't control her food. They still want their mother to...

Who are they? First of all, my late father who's my great supporter. Next, my late father in law who liked to pamper me and always listened to my stories. I always pray to Allah let my father and my father in law be best friends in the barzakh. And i was very happy when my son had dreamed of them. In his dream, he was walking to a mosque but there were two persons blocked his way. When they turned around , they were his late Atuk and Ayoh. Both of them smiled at my boy. May be they missed my boy, that's why they visited him. Then, my husband. i called him my fairy godmother before because he always tried his best to fulfill my wish but i think that name doesn't suit him anymore, so i call him my sugar daddy. Sounds wild right. And he calls me his gundik ( mistress ) hahahaha. Lastly, my son who is my protector, my Hercules. When we performed our umroh in 2019, three of us entered hijir ismail. My husband, my son plus an unknown guy stood around me while i was performing haj...