Last night it was raining in Seremban.
Our room turned very cold, that I woke up at 4.40am looking for a sweater.
It woke my husband up, and he asked if I was looking for a prayer mat. And I said I was looking for a sweater. I didn't want to turn on the light as Uwais was sleeping, so in the dark, I found one that belonged to Abah, a bright yellow one. I took it and wore it to sleep.
When we woke up for the Fajr prayer, my husband handed me this black sweater instead. He said, "Pakailah yang ni. Yang tu gedobosh sangat"
It meant that the yellow one was way too big for me, so he looked for a smaller one, that'll fit me well.
I felt nothing but love, emitting from his gesture.
He is not a man of romantic words, but he cares enough to go through the trouble of looking for a sweater that'll fit me, through none other but his late father's pile of clothes.
That couldn't have been easy for him, but he did it.
For me.
So that's what I felt, the very first thing this year 2022.
Being deeply loved.
And for that, I'm grateful.
Alhamdulillah.
#drazlindarita
#gratitudepost
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