What a strange morning it is. I woke up and looked at my watch. 6.30am! Half-awake I jostled Mikhail out of bed,"Get up, Mika! Get up! It's already 6.30, you gotta shower quick!" We normally get him to school just before 7am. I stumbled into my washroom for my morning ablutions and when I got out I inadvertently glanced at my watch again. What the...? It was just past 5.45am. At 5.46am I am back in bed under the duvet. At 5.55am, I heard Mika walk into the room, "Let's go, Papa."
"Err, it's not even 6 yet, Mika."
"Whaaaat?!" Exploded Mikhail.
Sorry, Mikhail. My bad.
Later I was driving him to school and saw that the temperature indicator read it to be 22 degrees Celsius. By Malaysian standards, that was exceedingly cold. It rained last night, you see. Seeing the leaves, broken branches and remnants of bird's nests lying on the roads, it must have been quite a downpour. But in Malaysia it is habitually 'quite a downpour'.
The dew on the grass in early morning makes me happy
The puddle of water left by the evening rain leaves me merry
The Sun glimmering behind a veil of green canopy keeps me cheery
And God is most-pleased with those who smile
Whatever the hour
Who have the audacity to be happy
When all life seems sour.
Life is not sour. Life is good, especially in a bracing and cold morning. I will see you, sunshine, in the morning of your life.
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way