I woke up with such feelings I never had b4. Anxious and worried that I might have missed the ‘race’, I put all my strength on my eyes and looked directly to the clock, hanging up high on the wall.

4.43am

Relieved and surely, grateful to him for selecting me this morning.

I crawled off my soft, comforting bed and made my way to the toilet.

” I shall sprint in this lap and win the ‘gold’ medal….”

“Ya Allah, please wake my other ikhwah and akhowat to join this race….”

That was atleast my last wish before i started sprinting for the ‘gold medal’…..

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