At the height of my blogging phase, I created several blogs at the recommendation of some senior bloggers and close friends. They were to cater to different subjects and interests. Time took over without guidance, and they were left to sit idle. As I approach retirement in less than half a decade, I guess time should be on my side, eh? So this first post in years may perhaps mark the return. Let's see! Wish me luck!
It isn't always that one gets an insight from God, I assume. I have lived almost 46 years, and throughout the adult years, I yearned to be close to Allah. There were occassions of course when I was; the three times I was in Makkah counted as all of them. But here in Malaysia, I wanted to, sometimes I cried in wanting to, but I was never able to be as close to Him as I wanted to. I blame myself, really. But then, Ramadhan 2015 came. Something about the last day of Sya'aban led me to the mosque for one of the afternoon prayers. I had just come back days before from Milan and London, and in the long flight home via Doha, the passenger next to me spoke to me. Not literally, but he prayed during the flight. Its quite uncommon to see that, as Muslims are given leave from prayers during travel. Of course, in modern day travel, I guess praying should not be an issue. But while he prayed, I was watching a movie. I felt bad. I started thinking. I have had a blessed life. Parents t...