I’m beginning this post in the 6th day of Ramadan (what is Ramadan?). In the last year, in the first day of Ramadan, my mom went to the hospital. She was sick. Her condition got worse everyday.. She was laughing in visiting hours with us and getting off the bed easily.. then she was just smiling with “take care my Suhail” before I leave,… then she became so tired.. I used to give her forehead a kiss.. after days I was kissing her feet as if I’m saying please hold my mom back!.. and in the 21st of Ramadan, on Friday afternoon, my mom passed away…
Ramadan has always happy moments, and most people loves it when it comes.. I didn’t feel last Ramadan… Actually, Since I entered the university in 2001, I didn’t live Ramadan with my family, because my university was in another region, 400km (250 miles) away from my hometown. after 5 years, in 2006, I had my internship (which is a 6 to 7 months of practical training in an organization) in my hometown, and I was happy because I’ll be with my family in Ramadan for the first time since I was in high school! But simply it didn’t happen. Everything was blowing as a war-field inside, whereas from outside, I seem like a senseless human who didn’t drop a tear or looked sad after his mother’s death.
My professor & adviser for the internship was so understanding and wonderful person, and I’ll never forget his cooperation with me during that period. He was asking about my family and how are they doing as if it’s his problem.
Thank you, Mustafa Ahmed! (his university-related blog: http://bit.ly/OWVFb ).
After an additional semester I finished my BS in Management Info Systems. I remember when I was admitted in the university, my mom cried happily! Crying is the peak for happiness, as well as for sadness. Whenever I feel upset, I was calling her, and she was always cheering me up. Sometimes I study hard, even if I’m not in a mood, just to make her happy. I was always looking forward for her attendance in my graduation ceremony. “Life is not fair”.. I’d rather rephrase it to Life is not equality, but rather a balance. some happiness comes along with sadness. some are rich people, others are poor.. bad moments were suffered as nice moments were enjoyed..
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