Missing.

I am entirely grateful to Allah for concealing my little heart from feeling what I'm not supposed to. Whenever I hear stories of how much a girlfriend misses her boyfriend, or how happy she is whenever he is around, or how in love she says she's in, I just can't seem to connect. No jealousy nor envy, nothing. In fact honestly, I feel quite lucky that I'm not experiencing any of that. No matter how great it sounds, it just doesn't seem to matter. To me.

The yearning desire of being loved by someone particular, I feel it. But not this way. I just came across a picture on Instagram posted by Kaklang, my elder sister's friend, of her bed. She's missing her husband, her legal husband so badly, she just can't fall asleep. Now that, is something.The husband is currently in the UK, doing his PhD studies while the wife is in Sabah working as a practical teacher. She'll be joining him right after her posting is done. I pray to Allah for only beauty in their marriage amin.

I am truly sorry for saying so, but somehow sometimes I find it particularly annoying that certain people can abhorrently cry for not seeing their illegal other half for few weeks, but won't do the same for their parents. I mean do they really actually love the friends more than their own flesh and blood? How cunning the iblees are. Don't fall for their filthy trap. Make du'a to Allah that He will always keep your heart filth-free. Amin amin ya rabbal alamin.

Better get going now. Writing as a reminder to yours truly, and few other people who might actually read. Till then :)