We are human. We have to go through everything. But patience is such a thing, when the barrier of patience breaks. Then a person completely breaks down. For several days, I feel like I am broken from within due to family problems. On top of that, my son's illness seems to be increasing day by day. If he is good for one day, he is bad for three days. My own body condition has also become completely bad while being with him. But even then, I thank the Creator, as he has said, Alhamdulillah.
Like every day, I woke up in the morning and prayed the Fajr prayer. Nothing could be seen in the fog and darkness all around. The amount of cold had increased a little. You can feel it when you wake up in the morning. After praying, I sat on the prayer bed for a while. Nothing felt good, sometimes I think that the Creator is perhaps testing my patience. But Alhamdulillah, no matter what, I cannot give up worshipping the Creator.
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I thought I would get some sleep, but I couldn't sleep, only tension, the boy would never get better. I had to take him to the doctor again, I helped my mother make tea. Meanwhile, the elder son's madrasa was opened, I made him breakfast and sent him home. I made the younger son some tea, I also had some tea and got the doctor's complete reports ready. Because I had to take him to the doctor in a little while.
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I left for the doctor's at 10 am with my son. It took me almost 11 am to reach there. There was no car on the road, and the fog was so thick that I didn't want to leave the car. I gave him some medicine, and after giving him some medicine, I sat for a while and saw the doctor at around 11:30 am. The doctor said everything would be fine, there was no reason for tension. But I feel like nothing is getting better. There is no exact date for when it will be better, the doctor has changed the medicine again.
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I bought all the medicines and left for home. It was almost one o'clock when I reached home. When I reached home, I took a bath and prayed first. Then I wiped my son's hands and face with warm water. My mother had cooked the food, prayed, ate rice, and fed my son rice. And I fed him his medicines. As soon as I gave him the medicine, he vomited again. I felt bad for myself. Because I had worked hard to feed him rice. Anyway, I cleaned him up and put him to sleep.
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After putting him to sleep, I commented on some posts. Since it is my responsibility and duty. There is a tournament going on in our community, so I have to do my job properly. I believe this, while commenting on the post, the call for Asr prayers was given. I came back after praying and saw that the boy had woken up. Then I tried to feed him a small amount of chira.
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Finally I succeeded, I fed him some porridge and after eating an apple, I gave him medicine. Then he told me, "Mom, I want to eat something spicy." Then I said, "Let's make jhalmuri," and then I made jhalmuri for him, and he ate a small amount of it. A little later, I saw that the call to prayer for Maghrib had been given. I came back from the prayer and sat with him for a while. Because his health was not good at all.
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Shortly after this, I started my verification. I verified several posts and offered Isha prayers. I had dinner and it was very cold. Even then, it was almost 11 pm when I commented on some more posts. In this way, a day passed from my life. However, I pray to the Creator only one thing, that He increase my patience. Because without patience, I will not be able to move forward. The path ahead of me may be more difficult. Wishing everyone good health. I am saying goodbye here like today. Allah Hafez.