Today, was a very sad day. I’ll tell you all about it…
11.00 AM
My family and I went to the airport which was called ‘KLIA 1’
11.45 AM
We arrived there and met my uncle, aunt, cousin and
grandparents. We all went to the food court to eat breakfast.
1.00 PM
We finished eating and went to solat Zuhur.
2.00 PM
All of us finished praying. We went up to the fifth floor
where, we found out that my uncle’s flight to Dubai, Iraq was delayed because
of the haze. So, the flight was changed to 5.40 PM
4.00 PM
My uncle as getting ready to leave. We took pictures with
him and salam him. When I held his hands in my little arms, I wanted to
cry. He shook everyone’s hands. When he reached his 5 month old son, Muaz
Ikhtikar, he took his son, out from my aunt’s hands, and hugged him; then started
to cry badly. I didn’t judge him because, his cry was followed by me, my
mother, my grandmother and his wife. I could understand why he was crying
because, my aunt and him had been married for four years which was in 2011.
They didn’t have a child till 2015 which is this year. He had been waiting for
a child for four years! Finally when he got one, he had to leave his son when
his son was only 5 months old. My uncle let go of Muaz and looked at me and my
siblings, and said “Take care of him, okay?” He said while he sniffed. I cried
and my tears came out fast. He went to the police, showed him his passport and
he went to the escalator, to get inside the plane. I cried.
5.00 PM
It was time for us to
go back home. I was still crying. I was crying because of two things. One, I
liked my uncle. Two, I pitied my baby cousin. My uncle would be away for three
years! I would be thirteen by then! And my cousin, I’m sure my cousin will be
wondering, ‘Where’s my father?’ I cried even harder just thinking about that. I
still cried while writing this post. This is the first time that I’ve missed
and pitied anybody this much. May Allah protect my beloved uncle… J ❤
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