In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful.
Turns out I didn’t have to fly to TTSH later. Le fiancé chose to be discharged as he saw that the hospital was crowded. What a lad.
Doctor’s orders: He is not allowed to fast. Got pills to pop in. Well, thankfully, we are only left with four days of Ramadhan. He will have to make up for his fast. I guess he can do so with me when he is all better in the future before next Ramadhan.
If anything, this incident made me realise that I don’t think I can deal with having him leave me alone in this world. Losing him would definitely bring me unimaginable pain and sorrow.
But at the same time, I am always reminded that I have no control over death by both Him and him. If it happens, I will have to take it in my stride but for as long as possible, I hope I don’t ever have to go through that. Even for my loved ones for that matter.
Gosh. I’m glad his test results came out good.
And Allah is Al-Wahhaab, the Bestower. – MM
Metropolitan Muslimah 