My Little Ramadhan story.

Salam:)

Today i feel like sharing a meaningful story of my ramadhan. I feel so bless and can't thank Allah Swt enough as i have all my loved ones under the same roof for this Ramadhan.My mother is here with me,breaking fast and eating Sahur together,whatever i eat she will eat,whatever i drink she will drink,she shares the joy of my cooking in my kitchen,she shares the laughters and antics of my daughters before we break fast,that is the most wonderful gift given by Allah Swt.

Few years back when Tia Mia was not born yet my mother lived alone in our hometown.She refused to come and live with us as she felt that if she leaves the house she will leave all the memories of my late father, as if my father can feel the sadness and emptiness of the house if she was not there. Every day i will call and check what will she be cooking for her break fast and every dawn without fail i will call to wake her up for sahur.And everyday when i looked at the array of foods on my table during my break fast i will cry thinking about her.I imagined her seating alone at the kitchen table eating her food during Azan,it was so sad but i couldn't make her leave the house.I felt it was so mean and not fair for me to have many food on my table while knowing she can only cook one or two dishes, how could i swallow the food joyfully, how could i be happy with everything else that i have but she didn't have.

One day, as usual during Ramadhan i called her at 10.am in the morning to check what will she be cooking that day.My mother told me that she had ran out of gas but asked me not be worried as she will ask our neighbour to buy for her.Upon hearing that i can't sit still in the office,i kept thinking of what if my neighbour not available,how will she cook? what will she eat? I felt so sad, i looked at my watch and it showed 11.30a.m i called her again and stilled the neighbour was not back from outing yet. I have other brothers around and i know they will be more sensible and patient,if i called and let them know. They will tell me the same thing as my mother told me that our neighbour will buy for her. I finally decided to drive my small Satria back to my hometown in Kuala Pilah to buy her the gas! I called my husband and told him a 'little white lie" that i had to go Seremban for a court case and will be back before break fast. I drove so fast that i can reach Seremban in less than an hour, i stopped by the road side and bought my mother gulai ikan sembilang,pajeri nenas,rendang hati and two kueh which i can't remember now. I drove back to Kuala Pilah which took me another 1 hour due to the Bukit Putus winding road,once i reached home, i called her and she was so surprised to see me! And true enough our neighbour was no where to be seen and at that time it was already near 2.00pm, i brought down the empty gas cylinder,please bear in mind my house is very high on a hill,so i had to be carefull with the heavy cylinder. My mother was so touched and she couldn't stop saying 'you shouldn't have done this,no need to come back, our neighbour be back...you poor thing,you ll be so tired after this that you have to go back KL again". I took the cylinder to a malay lady shop in KP, our usual supplier and he was sick and can't send the gas to our house. I had to carry the gas into my satria and drove back to my house, if the task to bring down the empty cylinder was tough,just imagine the task to bring the fulled cylinder up the hill to my house! I can't figure out where did i have the energy to drive from KL and without eating or taking rest,fetched the gas,brought it up the hill to my mother's house and went back to KL within that few hours.

I fixed the gas for my mother,put the dishes i bought in the pots for her to heat up when the time comes.She had tears in her eyes and i had tears behind her back:( How i wished at that time i could bring her back to KL but her happiness was in our home sweet home at that time and she was stilled strong and do things on her own.I drove back to KL at 4.00pm, i went back to office,finished my work until 5.00pm,i bought food for me and my husband ,i felt okay eating that evening after knowing that my mother has food i bought for her.

I don't know whether others share the same feeling like me, some people said i am too emotional,fulled with dramas, always extraordinary.. but i think it is okay to be emotional,when you have extra emotion you can share with others. 

Finally Allah Swt fulfilled my prayers, Allah Swt gave me 'bonus' not only my mother came and live with us but He gave me double happiness, Allah Swt gave me and my mothers the two little rascals to keep us going,to make us feel healthy and youthful,to make us feel that every ordinary day is a special day.

Every Ramadhan; i never forget the 'gas story' and it helps me to remember and thank Allah Swt endlessly.

I hope all of you out there appreciate of what you have now, have more emotion, don't brush aside the sensitive feeling in you, as it will make other people happy.And don't be tired to make people happy, you ll get so much in return.

Selamat berbuka everybody:) Have a blessed Ramadhan, make it meaningful,it is not about you alone,it is about others too:)