my Family : the place where at the end of day my sailing boat will lie the anchor to

….. and  at the end of the day I really want to go home to something worth going home to namely family. I am so lucky, I have it.

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Being apart – in a place of a long lonely journey and too far away – from the loved ones was never easy.

It was so Sunday (12/05/2013). I woke up from my tight sleep at around 2.15 am in the morning. I took Wudlu and prayed for Isyak, Tahajut, Hajat, and Witir. In each single of my prayer, I always pray for my loved ones, family, and friends. To be given all of blessing in their life. After having my Sahur Meal,  I went to mosque at Portland Building the University Park. It was quite cold day because a day before was raining for along the day. It was like a winter again that force me to wear my thick jacket. I walked for about 15 minutes to arrive at the mosque. Conquering the extremely cold weather was paid off with warm greeting from my brothers-in-islam in the mosque and I loved it so much.

After the Subuh prayer, I hid under my thick Duvet  while reciting the Quran and Istigotsah. I was so sleepy and finally overslept while the Quran was still in my hands. an hour later, I woke up again. Suddenly, I missed my mother very much. I kept in touch with my wife and son everyday, but did not with my mother. I contacted my mother quite rarely, at most once a week. I took my mobile phone and called her.

I could hear from her voice that She was extremely happy. I could see and hear love in each single word she spoke to me.  She always wanted to make sure that I was all right, healthy, and happy. I found encouraging in each single of her lough. When, I asked her to make prayer for me, she always convinced me that even I did not request to, she always and will always be praying for me. O, I love you mom and Dad. Sorry, for that I had always  been  pretending so busy with my own business, while in your heart ,  I knew that I was always be there.

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Her caring and loving voices reminded me that  actually I had so many people that loved me. I had a big family that loving me sincerely but I took them for granted. I had parents, parent in-law, sisters, brothers, sisters in law, brothers in law, uncles, aunties, nephews, nieces, cousins, and so forth.  But, I ignored them. I did not care about them and I looked like I did not really need them so far. It was true that I had many friends. Friends that are some time more than family. Frequently, I prefer friends to family to share my Life with. I felt more comfort to share my problems with my friends than to my family. I was so lucky, I have many nice friends yet made me forget that I have family.

Suddenly, I took my mobile phone and I made call to my aunties, my mother- in law,  my cousins, my brother and sister in-law. Indeed,  it was my first time I contacted them since I came to the UK. It was my first time I communicated directly with them, since I said good bye to them. Oh God, how evil I was. They were so surprised and extremely happy that I contacted them just for asking how their life was going. I could hear clearly from their voice a convincing truth of how they are sincerely caring, loving, and wishing me a best luck all the time. They were the most beautiful poem that I ever had. They were my supporting hearts.  That, ridiculously I just realized it.

eventually,  when I was down, … it  reminded me that there are other hearts hoping  me to be very successful in the near future.

And at the end of the day I really want to go home to something worth going home to namely family. I felt so lucky I have a family, the place where at the end of day my sailing boat will lie the anchor to.

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It was raining and the sky was so dark, but it can not stop my foot path walking to the Lab. Lonely, I spent my time in the lab to deal with my PhD stuff until 09.00 PM. Thank you Allah for my Family. It was a priceless gift I ever had. I will never muff them again. Thank you Allah for the day. I love you !