Sadly, it seems we've lost all our Ramzan spirit with Papa .. Doesn't mean we aren't trying; I just hope Allah miyan can see the effort and He showers His mercy on us, this holy month. Doesn't help that Big B decided to land himself at the hospital and so there have been a handful of iftaaris where the whole family has been together.
Someone or another is always with him. I'm told his infection is clearing now, which is good.. Because he really gave us all a bad scare.. similar infection to Papa, central line put in, not able to breathe... Just scary. He's been there over a week now but I haven't been to see him, even though I'm at the hospital three days a week. Just didn't want to get upset in front of him, plus I don't think I have it in me anymore to see anyone in pain..
So, yeah..
Got that job at the hospital the day after my graduation.. Look how that worked out, heh o.o ...its stupid hours (like ridiculous) and not what I had imagined but I guess I have a year before I really have to decide. Also, working for Miniclub the other three days of the week - a lot more responsibility than the hospital job, which is weird.
Here's an update:
So, Rabia fainted and Mama Rabia is now refusing to wake Rabia up for sahoor/letting her fast/out of her sight... Rabia is now on an ath pehra roza, while at work, sleep and sehri deprived. -_-
Break over.
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