The day is a heavy day..
i just received a reply for my application.. stating that all faculty positions are full.
AlhamduliLLAh..
'but' its hard & Allah knows..
In comparison, this weak alhamduliLLAh of mine reminds me of a lady, who lives here & worked at a local school.
I came to know that she was a widow with two sons & a daughter.
Her elder son, on whom she invested much, & who grew up to get a good education & nice job with a cool '0' meter flashy car, met with a horribly fatal accident on Yanbu highway & died on spot.
The guy was 25 & his mother was in pakistan to shop for the upcoming marriage of his engaged son.
He was burried in Makkah Mukarramah alongside his father.
Life went on..
Her daughter got married.. & the younger son grew up to be independent with a car of his own & both mother & son went to Madinah Munawwarah.
On their way back, they met with a horrible accident.. mother survived, boy din't.
He was 25, engaged & soon to be married.
When she woke up in the hospital & was able enough to bear the burden of the news, the doctors told her about it & told her to do Sabr & say 'AlhamduliLLAH', so they can proceed with the burial.
She din't say it right away.. for her grief won't let her believe..
The docs asked her to say 'AlhamduliLLAH', so they can proceed with the burial, because they couldn't proceed if not given the consent of the mother (in form of AlhmaduliLLAh).
Eventually.. she uttered AlhamduliLLah..
And it was then, that he was buried in Madinah Munawwarah.
The power of alhamduliLLAH.. & life goes on with her today.
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