When I was very young, I was a sickly child. In fact, I had to spend most of my life away from school & in bed. Not surprisingly, I was miserable. I fretted a lot & constantly demanded my mom's attention. I was spoiled brat. Not once was that demand refused. Not once did my mom groan or grumble. She answered every unreasonable demand of mine w unfailing patience. She would put everything aside to comfort me. You know what; she's in the hospital right now. And I think I should book air tix. But, it's FINAL EXAMINATION week. I'm hoping for the best of me to get through this exam & pass my 2nd year of law school. I don't rightly know what to do. . . . . . . . . . . :'(
"On no soul does God place the burden greater than it can bear. It gets every good that it earns. And it suffers every ill that it earns. Oh Allah, condemn us not if we forget or fall into error. Oh Allah, lay not on us a burden like that which you did lay on those before us. Oh Allah, lay not on us a burden greater than we have strength to bear. Blot out our sins & grant us forgiveness. Have mercy on us. You are our protector. Help us against those who stand against faith."