I lie down on my sofa bed, in my lovely cubicle which has become my home, I lie down looking up at the ceiling after a rough day with the drs and nurses and think to myself- what is it? What is Allah, my creator trying to teach me? Having the most easiest and blissful life until the recent three or more years which was of pain.What is he, the most compassionate trying to teach me? The pain of labour which was exceedingly long, with the result of separation and scare, making me depend on others when he was dependent on me the most...what was Allah teaching me? The horrible people we come accross in our life, I say horrible because they didn’t care for my son, the day I realised when dad said the world is a cruel place, what he said was actually true, what is Allah teaching me? Spending weeks on end in hospital with new medical equipment, meds and machines, learning about things I never knew I’d ever need to know, familiarising myself with medical knowledge, what is Allah teaching me? Watching the world go by, everyone doing normal things, even those with children are able to do things I can only dream, what is Allah teaching me? In every question I can only hope I come out the good side with credit and reward, some days it’s harder than others and after contemplating how stupid of me.....how really stupid of me, noone, none of these people in this world have Al-Yasa as their son, Afzal as their husband, Nasima as their mum, Jibran as their brother, Juhab as their brother in law, maryam and musa as their niece and nephew, Prianka as their sister and most of all no one had a dad like mine! How lucky am I!