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I should have posted this entry earlier before actually. I just realized that this was still in my draft box. So the story become quite outdated. Tapi.. utk tidak mensia-siakan tulisanku, harus ku postkan juga. Hehe..

My parents have arrived safely from Makkah. I managed to snap their face right at the Arrival gate of KLIA. Sacred. White. Pristine. Immaculate. Dunno how to describe. They just pure. Most importantly, they were happy, healthy.


That red/black stripey shirt was my nephew who cried so badly together2 with me when we waved good bye to my parents previously. See his cheek now, so happy. He is like my mom's youngest son. So close to each other.

My father did survived there as cancer survivor. He got minor flu but mom was quarantined in Makkah. Maybe my father survived because he got his cancer meds to kill other sick simptom. They said it was hot that drinking cold water or ice could cut your throat. Although my father survived, he got something else on his feet.



Dear readers,
Please pray for my father. He got cataract resulting from taking cancer meds, and he cant see clearly now. I have to send/fetch him everywhere now as mom cannot drive. He suppose to go for operation tomorrow but it has been postponed to new date since the cancer meds regime has not finished yet. Please let my father survive for operation and long live with good health, for ibadah, for my mom, for me, for family. Thanks.