Dear children, it's your mother writing. I don't know if I could meet you here in this world. If I were to die before meeting you, let us meet in His jannat . As a matter of fact, I haven't even met your father yet. And that also if he were to meet me, alive and thriving. Not dead. 'Cuz again, I'd meet you later in His jannat - inshaAllah . It's just the opening and I know my letter to you sounds depressing, and you'd read more of it to the ending. It's October 2024 and I live in a saddening world. The society is collapsing. Sometimes in the middle of the night I wondered if I'd done bad things. Every minute, innocent children like you died unjustly, while I laughed out a joke with my colleagues. I dream about my future, to be married, to be rich, to learn more at graduate schools... while a lot of young adults like me, there, in the genocide-filled cities lost their parents, their family. Perhaps they couldn't even dream about the career path t...
Ngobrolin Islam dalam kehidupan | Islam in everyday life