She is 70, glazed eyes, radiant, pretty, thin-lipped face, laid up in a low-economic-level clinic bed, not knowing, just followed into her softness, hardened with worry and care.
Fractured hip bone, lesions in the brain, a story building up of mass in the chest, sweet nothingness passing through the breath.
Her mum 90, buckled straight on to the bed, paralyzed by life and health stares and scares, alert in constant prayer, nothing said except, "Mar Poyrie, get well. Come back..."
Sad to see, with curled nerves, both on stretcher beds, Mum as visitor, and Poyrie as hospital long-term guest.
Hands reached out to pass a glimpse through warm fingers, lovingly sharing a moment's life in their duniya story. Limp smiles speaking a locked, secret "I LOVE YOU" message.
Mum is wheeled out, gleaming in celebrative gratitude. The last time Mum and Poyrie met.
A sight of stirred blindness through rolling tears. Onlookers, helpless, watching in real time a spectacular life's locked-in-treasure.
The Janaaza was announced. Daughter, 70, ascended. Mum, 90, is left. Just about 22 days to The Day of Splendour, the Day of Arafah, we are blessed to have the likes of dear ones who remind us of returning, through ascension, to get closer to meet our Rabb. We are blessed to have seasons with episodic reminders of placing foreheads on the ground in thankfulness for the many opportunities to return from detoured paths. We are forever grateful for His many mercies, as reminders with every breath.
Every stage of life has the potential of reimagined blind spots.
Life in its aging staging is about the time given to give back. There are times of latched systems where all doors are locked, and times where they are unlocked and blind spots dazzle into imagination and redefined patterns. The crashes and collisions create new thoughts. Bad ones and good ones. Good ones and bad ones.
The thin lining is a thread that invites one to cross over.
One makes an intention, a deciding, and we are faced with the gift of choices...
What we desire is what we mind-manufacture. Hereby, we design our new selves, either as Accidental Identities or Pearls of Purposefulness.
My insider guide has been my torch of light, as my tutor through my intuition. There is no absolute, as my own life has explained to me. The unpredictability is presented with glorified real headlines.
We are thankful for being part of the sacred journey.
Every encounter with every person has purpose.
Much love with warm hugs on these super special days.
