Grateful to You, Ya Allah.

[2am thoughts]

Lying in bed, tossing and turning; tonight was just one of those nights my eyes find it hard to shut, and my mind find it hard to stop thinking.

Yesterday's - well, technically just now, since i have not even shut an eye - dinner was about pizzas and pastas with a pinch of matured conversations with the parents and siblings. 'Matured' meaning Dad will start off the topic with "Okay, you all are adults now, it's important we talk about what the future may hold for us, and we could do our part now". It was nothing more than the most dreaded topic: Life, when Mom and Dad are no longer around.

We, siblings (actually more towards me and brother) argued about "who owns the house" - though i cant actually understand why we all wanted to own the current house we're living in right now when we're much, much older. But that's not important.

I came back from the dinner and then  catching up on my family's current favourite drama before heading to bed. Touched my heart the most knowing that we siblings are around the mid-twenties age, yet we are all still sitting together with the parents, spending time with them.

That, I could casually just run up to Dad or Mom and hugged them when they come back from work, and perhaps just showering them with kisses on the cheeks. That, I could just lie down in between my parents when we are not doing anything, and just enjoy the time with them - of which, at times i'd just literally lay down underneath their armpits, clinging unto them.

Being so clingy, Mom or Dad usually ended up being annoyed that i'm always with them. But then i (jokingly) questioned them to ask their colleagues or friends (those who have kids my age) if their children actually does this. Then done, they let me sink under their arms. Haha.

The point is, I'm just really really really grateful that today, Allah had planned my life so nicely that I am the kid who sticks with her parents even when she's 21. More than anything, I'm grateful towards Allah for making me born into this family I am in. I might have fought with each family member - but that's probably because it was that time of the month, or times when im stressed, or when they actually annoy me a lot. But, it'll pretty much subside with other family member crack up a silly joke (mostly Dad, though) or it'll end up with me saying sorry, because Adab (manners) since im the youngest one.

I look around, appreciating the wonders of Allah's creations, only to know that His most precious blessing to me is giving me parents who are not young in age, but still lowers their mindset to my age so that we could click just as well.
My parents brought me up so well, that i feel i owe my life to them, for leading by example, for always reminding me about my faith.
The next precious blessing? My siblings. The ones who are the "love you, but annoy the shit out of you" kind of siblings. For really caring about me, for showering me with love, and hugs, and kisses. I might have fought with each of them, but hey, blood is thicker than water. I love them, dearly.

And of course, the precious of precious blessing? Being born as a Muslim. And as cliché as it sound, "being born a Muslim meant Allah wants to see you in Jannah". Ya Allah, that has got to be the most precious blessing ever. But im just a human being, nothing compared to Perfection, and that, i'm sinning, always, small or big, the bottom line is i sinned. A lot. But to be breathing and typing this, just how merciful Allah is, for allowing me to grab every opportunity i have to repent. Indeed, Allah, Ar-Rahman, Ar-Rahim.

Alhamdulillah, Ya Allah, for everything you have blessed me with.
I love you, family. Always have, and always will.

Goodnight(: