I don't think I've ever made one.
"Usey usey," as the locals in Sarawak would say.
However, this year, on the very first day, I felt something unusual.
It's as if I'm acutely aware of my fragility.
I can’t quite put the feeling into words, but it seems tied to thoughts of mortality.
Is my finish line just ahead?
Or does it have to do with those closest to me?
Or is it something entirely different?
What is it about the number 55 that gives me such a strange sensation?
Wallahua'lam.
Ya ALLAH Ya Wali !!!
Ampuni dosa-dosaku, ibubapaku, dan ahli keluargaku.
Panjangkanlah umur kami, murahkanlah rezeki kami, dan sihatkanlah kami.
رَبَّنَا آتِنَا فِىْ الدُّنْيَا حَسَنَةً وَفِىْ الآخِرَةِ حَسَنَةً وَّقِنَا عَذَابَ النَّارِ
Aameen. Aameen. Aameen.
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