i was just lamenting and thinking, Lord, i’m so sick still (and waiting)…but brain still working….but sick… i realise, whenever there was a death in the family, i would fall sick. not that it’s an indication of anything..
i’m just waiting for my cough attacks (which is usually inevitable when i’m ill) to make it’s red-carpeted entrance, and already my stomach aches every time i coughed. my reddened nose is becoming a half inch more like a certain child’s nightmare.

but complaining is not the objective of posting. i was also reminded of a column i read in the paper. i can’t remember which day it was exactly.

it tells on the story of Prophet Musa a.s. who was….ill and being tawakkal to Allah and believing that God will cure him of his illness. pure belief and faith will heal the sickness. so his people came to him, worried about his health, and offered him a medicine. his people were certain that the medicine will heal him a.s.a.p because they have been taking the same one and they are healed.

Prophet Musa a.s., believing still in Allah’s will, refused the medicine. however, after much persuasion, and if i remember it correctly, his health worsened and he had to take the medicine. and he was healed!

and then God revealed to him, (and as understood)God chided him for his stubbornness. didn’t he know that the medicine came from a root/plant which Allah has created for the benefit of the people? why would he deny Allah’s greatness in the simplest of things?

honestly, i used to think in a similar way, i believe i could get well without medication. and let my sickness prolonged sometimes. i didn’t realise that there is such a thing as ‘usaha’ , i mean i know, but i forgot it’s significance. i’m actually deteriorating myself without all those mutilations. i wasn’t being grateful then, was i?

we always forget.

so there…i am reminded to take my meds, which is, just two panadol extra capsules. have i told you that panadol extras do help sometimes?? hehe.