Chicken Pox

And my two boys are still sleeping beautifully.

It’s only on rare occasions that they could sleep this long. I would say an hour is already a miracle to us, especially on a school-off day, when the only thing they could think of is to play, play, play!

I imagined today I will fast with Sayang. Fasting on 9 Zulhijjah is surely not to be missed. When millions of Muslims are preparing to perform their wuquf at Arafah, Allah also offers us to fast on this great day, only for our own benefit. However, to my great disappointment I cannot, as I am having chicken pox. Chicken pox! Surprisingly, I thank Allah and am so grateful for giving me this.

I was swamped by so much work that I at first thought I could manage, on top of finishing my corrections, which is the most important task at the moment. Apparently, I couldn’t, so early this week I broke down to Sayang and said, “I must do something. This won’t work.” My darling responded with his support, “You do what you think works for you.”

And you know, when you are in stress your immunity drops. I remember after Tuesday’s lecture, my spirit was at my lowest and I had a massive headache after dropping by my parents’. I took the next day off as I still had headaches and was not in a good enough shape to work.

True enough, I noticed some spots on my body that day. Sayang guessed that it might be chicken pox. We went to the clinic on Thursday to confirm. When we saw her, our GP smiled and confirmed it. She at first pitied us for not being able to celebrate our usual Raya but after telling her about of my situation, she could feel me and offered her sympathy. However, she advised us not to visit my father especially, as his immunity is also weak.

(I started writing this at around 1 p.m. this afternoon, and the boys woke up 15 minutes later.)

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So here I am, now feeling better having almost completed a 5-day, 5 times daily antiviral treatment. It seems that the spots have stopped spreading, but still I have to wait until they all completely dry out.

This is a sacrifice the four of us have to make, which is to stay indoor while people are enjoying good company, good food! Sayang plans to bring Omar along to Eid prayer, so hopefully it’ll be a memorable one for them tomorrow! Anyway, I am still thankful to Allah, for I always believe that with every hardship, there is a relief. Indeed, I feel a great relief, despite having to be quarantined.

Eid mubarak, everyone!

The picture above was taken during our first Aidiladha in Malaysia, last year. Imran was still small inside my tummy while Omar, wearing his first jubah given by his Pak Ngah, was feverish.