Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Of Ramadhan and Tok Ayah

First of all I want to wish my fellow bloggers Selamat Berpuasa & Selamat Bertawarikh.

Oh wow. I cannot believe it has been a month since my last post here. Don’t worry folks, I’m still alive and well. I’ve just been so uninspired to write. Something did happen to me but I can't really blog about it as it is very personal and I'm trying to get over it. In due time, InsyaAllah...

My boss is leaving us to follow her husband to India. Her husband has received a very good offer and they’re going middle of September. I’m going to miss my boss. Seriously. She’s such a great boss. She doesn’t micro-manage and she actually trusts her staff’s capabilities in performing their jobs. I think I am still in denial and in shock that she’s leaving us. We have no idea who is replacing her and that is a scary thought.

Remember I blogged about my grandpa a few months back? How he is like after my grandma passed away? Well, a few weeks ago both his legs were swollen and he couldn’t walk. My grandpa has diabetes and we think that may be the reason for the swell. But personally I think it’s because he doesn’t walk around as much now. When my grandma was still alive she would actually force my grandpa to exercise by taking strolls around the house. Now that she’s no longer around, my grandpa would rather sleep the whole day. He’s still pining for her. I can tell because when we talk about her I can see the sadness on his face. Plus, whenever we wanted to bring him to KL (he lives in Sg Petani) he would always decline. He’d rather stay at his own house. My mom thinks the reason he doesn’t want to leave the house is because the last time he came to KL he forgot to bring my grandma’s photo. So when he woke up he felt lost and restless. So this time around whenever we want to bring him to KL we made sure that we pack my grandma’s photo and her kain batik in his bag. I’m happy to report that my grandpa is recovering well and undergoing physiotherapy at the moment.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Or do you think things just happened randomly that sometimes it’s hard for you to comprehend the reason behind it? Would you rather know something that could break your heart thereafter or would you rather be in the dark? I know a lot of people would say knowing is better but at what cost?
Ramadhan couldn’t come at a better time. I am going through an emotional roller coaster right now and I think fasting helps clear my head so I don’t make rash decisions that I may regret later in the future.

I just hope I made the right decision and may god give me strength to endure whatever that comes my way.