Precious...

Life is... Precious... At the moment, I have my thoughts on the lives of the people around me. I was in Ipoh yesterday for my husband's family member's funeral. He had just passed away in the morning due to health complications. Two days ago, I heard a news that a family member of a friend died due to someone's evilish act (she was murdered mercilessly). Barely a month ago and even until today, I have a close relative still being held as hostage by some idiotics in Africa. All these had made me thinking... "What is happening to the world today?..."

When I was at the graveyard in Ipoh yesterday, I saw a small tomb, probably of a baby or a child. I had a sudden gush of weird feeling in me - I missed my sons. You know that feeling? A feeling when somehow one day, out of the blue, you just remembered something or someone and it felt so strong that it makes you cry or angry or something? I had that 'moment' yesterday...

I suddenly missed them and it was so strong that I almost cried. I told Ras and he asked why, I said I don't know. Since that moment, I prayed hard that they would be protected from harm, and that we would have a safe journey back home, and I could then kiss them good night. Thank God... I did. They were not asleep yet when we arrived, so I got to play with them for a while before putting them to bed. Asyraff... Aimar... The apples of my eyes... The jewels of my heart...