I switched on the telly to watch some news, when i tuned in to CNN , i saw the Memorial of the late MJ. The whole atmosphere in the Staples Ctr auditorium was sombre but filled with so much loved for the King Of Pop.
When i saw, the 11yo Paris Michael came to the microphone to deliver her poignant words for her late daddy... i teared.
Then, i sat down with a cup coffee on my right hand , while the left flipping the newspaper, i saw and read the articles that some of my muslims sisters (already) had on their blogs....
Headscarf Martyr - Marwa Sherbini . I teared.
It somehow strike a realisation in me about.... life ..... death.
It is easy to get lost in the journey of life...but to come back, can be tough.
How long the journey in this world i will go and how long more will it ends.
What preparations have i done ?
When appointed hour of death comes , am i ready to face it ?
Many other questions lingered............*sigh*
" Rabbana atina fid-dunya hasanatan wa fil 'akhirati hasanatan waqina 'adhaban-nar."
"Our Lord! grant us good in this world and good in the hereafter, and save us from the chastisement of the fire." (2:201)