So much goodness came out of that time.
- I increased my dua and reliance on Allah.
- Lots of people made dua for her, during Umrah. (I believe one/several of these duas were accepted and what led to the eventual healing)
- People that are no longer in my life now gave me solutions and are still helping, particularly this friend - Dalia - who taught me how to make my own moisturiser, which I use on all of my children to this day. I've lost touch with her and she isn't in any social media either. If you come across this, make a dua for her so that Allah rewards her with Jannah. What may have been a simple thing to her helped me massively.
- I quit my job, which prompted Mr H to consider taking his long service leave and allowed us to travel for 5 months.
I intend to revisit and record the details of our travels. A voice inside my head tells me that its a blessing I had zero control over, so what's the point in talking about it? But then, isn't that everything in life? Do we truly have control over anything?
My intention for revisiting and recording the details of our travels are:
- To remember and keep remembering that beautiful part of my life.
- To share what I learnt about the world - history, human nature, Allah's beautiful creations
- To encourage anyone who may be thinking about travelling, have the funds and means to travel but feeling an internal block - to break through that block and travel!
I have had at least two people tell me that they considered and went on a journey because if I can do it, they can do it too. I should take this as an encouragement and just begin. I was meant to record the details while we were travelling, but I was in my early and middle stages of pregnancy, and at the end of each day I was so tired from the adventures that all I wanted to do was just lay in bed. But I am intending to give myself the next four weeks to get onto this and get through this.
One experience I have been reflecting on lately is my visit to Bosnia, especially the town of Sebrenica. Even as I type the words now I can feel a sense of dread wash over me. Serb soldiers systematically killed Bosnians, cornering them, separating the men from the women and children at one time and then just shooting them to death. This is exactly what happened in North Gaza yesterday. There is a memorial in Sebrenica with the words 'Never Again' - and I just keep thinking - 30 years - less than my short lifetime - that is how long it took for the world to witness a public genocide, in real time this time, and forget its entire history of promises of never again.