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.


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’…..