Her Waffle

Bismillahirahmanirrahim. The unexpected disappearance of the plane MH370 brought me into thinking of the possibilities of anything to happen with His will. We often forget of His power to control everything that we put things in the hands of science and technology. We are humans, we forget. Tests. He puts a halt to the rain and brings the ghostly haze in. My nose couldn't smell anything but smoke these few days. That showed how critical the situation was for people in Malaysia. Patience is in need at this moment. We cannot afford to receive more whines coming from the irresponsible mouths. The ultimate solution is to seek for His help, search for His answers that lie within the Book. May these events have an impact in our hearts that we take a moment of our day to start pondering on our mistakes, the sins that we've done all this while. Afterall, Allah will never create unnecessary things in this world. Every calamity has its blessings and He's reaching out to us.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. It rained this evening, after a long month not seeing the sky cries. Alhamdulillah. I've been longing to smell that one particular odour of imminent rain as well as the refreshing odour of post-rain. Allah grants my prayer last night, He makes me experience those beauties again, today. The worry started when I noticed the colour of the grass turned to lifeless yellow. Each time I see this view, my heart stopped. My thoughts immediately diverted into thinking of the future catastrophe that might struck us. The absence of water and the scorching heat would certainly kill me inside. It's true when people say, "You won't miss the water till the well runs dry". It's our norm, I daresay. We'd only appreciate our necessities only when they're being grabbed away from us. We'd only be grateful and bow down to Him when His anger causes us adversity when the spirit is at the lowest of the lowest. There are underlying meanings