Salam…hi all
Ahhhhh…I’m back on the train
again today. At 10am, it was pretty full with the usual sombre mood or some
people call it; Monday blues…
Last Friday during the Friday
prayer at a mosque near my condo, I had to endure a painful experience for
almost an hour or so.
As usual, my son joined me every
Friday at the mosque and we will sit at the back ‘saf’ so we can lean back onto
the glass wall. I can’t sit for long due to an old injury on my left knee. So,
after every 10 mins I just had to stretch my left leg to ease the pain.
Both of us performed ‘sunat
tahayatul masjid’ and when I tried to stand from my ‘tahyat’ position; I felt
‘something’ snap on my left knee. “Did my left knee just pop out?!” The pain
was unbelievable!!! I forced myself to continue with the ‘sunat’ prayer and the
‘tahyat akhir’ position was a killer! It was so so painful…I can't focus…there goes my effort of trying to ‘talk’ to the Almighty…
I told my son that he needs to
help me to get up so we can look for a chair at the back. I was
limping…badly…my son was holding my left hand and was trying hard to balance my
left weight.
We got ourselves to a bench and
slowly I sat down pushing all my weight to the right side of my body. Oh
goodness…it felt so good to be able to sit on the bench and slowly stretching
my left leg. But the stinging pain just ‘loves’ me dearly…’she’ is not going
away…I thought I ‘divorce’ her long time ago…hell no…’she’ keeps coming back
for more…
Another Jemaah sat next to me and
he can see that I’m in pain. He offered help but I just said I’ll be fine. He
is such a nice guy.
I just need to stretch my left
leg for 30mins at least….I hope my prayers will be answered.
While listening to the Friday
‘khutbah’, I kept massaging my left knee. I’m worried sick. How am I going to
perform the Friday prayer later? I can’t pray while sitting at the bench as the
bench is way back and not in ‘saf’. “Oh dear…what am I going to do?” I don’t
see any chair available. My son (his own effort) went to look around for it and
he came back with a disappointment.
I do not want to walk out of the
mosque. Not now…I’ll feel guilty.
Ya Allah help me please…give me strength…
‘Qamat’ was loud and clear thru
the speakers at all corners of the mosque…all Jemaah moving forward trying to
fill up the empty space on the front ‘saf’…and here I am trying hard to get up
with the help from my son. “Give me strength…give me strength…Ya allah”
chanting in my head…
Alhamdulillah…even thou it was a painful
experience my son and I managed to perform Friday prayer…Honestly, it was difficult
to stay focus. The stinging pain was really bugging me.
I leave it to the Almighty to
decide on how many ‘brownie’ points that I’m entitle for…maybe not much or
maybe none!
We walk back slowly…I was holding
on to my son’s right shoulder to balance my steps.
Amazingly thru out this ordeal,
my son was calm. Cool like an ice block! He didn't panic at all. He kept me busy by
asking me questions so to keep me occupied. “Where did he learn all these
tricks?” funny…
The last weekend was very much
spent on trying to ‘fix’ my left knee. The pain stayed on until today. I’m
still able to walk but very slow thou.
A painful weekend…it was…
Moral of the story: It’s a sign
of an old age…the big 50 is just round the corner…LOL!
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