So 2 days ago, I turned a new number. Many reminded me up to a week before the big day that I am entering as they put it “the three series”. Perhaps I was too overwhelmed by (what else?) work or had too much on my plate that I didn’t really pay much attention to what they were saying. It is another number. Another year. I was not even bothered to ask them to spare me from being oncall. I had other events in February that is much more significant – seeing my grandparents and ofcourse, Azila’s day.
And when you are this old, all you want is.. no fuss. Seriously. I was ready to go through it without a cake. And all I wanted for this year is to achieve that peace within that only comes with nearness to Him, insya Allah. If I were to live another year, let me have 365 steps higher in my dependence and closeness to The One and Only that matters. I have in the past questioned, resented and felt abandoned – those were my darker days that I pledged not to revisit.
I embraced the day soberly. Greeted with Wednesday Wacko clinic. My BB was buzzing and flashing endlessly. My favourite people called. Kind prayers and well wishes were abundant. What else would you asked for?
Then which of the blessings of your Lord will you deny?
I hit 30 with a low key. Yet, my heart sang and danced. I am reminded of how lucky I am – in health, in a family that can’t be tighter, in fond companions and countless blessings. Of course some of the events of the day (and I meant you, you and you), were just the icing on the cake!It was actually a blast minus the frills. Just what I need.
Thank you again.
